"Ten million yuan," I said, pulling out my checkbook with casual indifference. "That should cover the damages and your trouble."
Simon Drake's hands trembled as he accepted the check. His eyes widened at the amount written in neat figures across the paper.
"Mr. Hayes, this is far too generous," he stammered.
I waved dismissively. "Consider the extra a bonus for your discretion about today's events."
Preston struggled to lift Felix's unconscious form, his face twisted with humiliation and rage. "You think this is over? The Vance family has connections you can't even imagine."
"The Vance family," I repeated, my voice carrying just enough menace to make him flinch. "Should probably focus on staying out of my way."
His eyes flashed with desperate bravado. "My father commands respect throughout New York City. When he hears about this..."
