The older brother chuckled. "What's a bank compared to the Morrison Family? Do you have any idea how much money we can get from them by using you? At least twenty million."
"I told you, you won't get any money by using me."
"No less than five million. If you give it to me, I might consider letting you go. If you don't, then you can just sit tight and wait for someone to ransom you."
"Fine, five million. If I give it to you, how can you guarantee I'll be able to leave safely?" Rosalind Lowell asked.
The older brother's eyes darted as a thought struck him. "That's simple. You transfer the money to us. The second it hits our account, we'll open the door for you."
"I have no guarantee that way." Rosalind Lowell looked at them. "You have to untie me first. Let me stand by the door, and you two stand back."
The older brother laughed again. "Alright, untie her. People should have a little more trust in each other, right?"
