At that moment he swallowed hard, tasting more blood. "As for the money, things… things went bad. Very bad. My company it was taken. A woman. That witch… she stole it from me. I was planning to use that company to pay everything back. It was my hope. My only hope. But she… she took everything. Now I… I don't know what to do."
He looked like a broken man, hunched over in the chair, mouth bloodied, his spirit collapsing. His voice cracked again. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't know…"
At that moment, Oliver narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he stared coldly at the man kneeling in front of him.
Hearing what James had just said, Oliver tilted his head to the side, his expression unreadable, but his voice cold and sharp like ice.
"So you're trying to tell me now... that you don't have the money to pay, right?"
"You don't have the money?"
