Chapter 1029

The look in Jameson's eyes was best described as sinister, like an evil spirit from hell.

"Don't stare at me like that! I wouldn't have done this to a friend. I had no choice but to do this to

you because you're manipulative and fickle!" Shuddering, Inigo clenched his jaw and added, "Years

of friendship taught me that you are a merciless man. I will have to look out for myself.”

"Do you really have the recording?” Jameson squinted and drawled.

"Hah! Scared, aren't you?" Inigo chuckled gleefully. "It doesn't make sense for me to carry it around.

Of course, I have it saved somewhere secure. Lay a finger on me, and I will make the recording

public.”

Jameson asked coldly, "So, what are your demands?" He never beat around the bush in

negotiations.

"Get me a private jet. Send my men and I abroad. I'll need enough money, too! Do you know how

much trouble I went through to deal with those two guys? You shouldn't be stingy."

"How much would you need?”

"A hundred million dollars, transferred to my offshore account. I'll send you the recording once I

receive the money and disappear from your life forever.” Chuckling evilly, Inigo raised a brow. "We

are longtime partners. I believe you've gained a fair share from working with me. A hundred million

dollars is nothing for you. Just treat it as a termination fee."

A hundred million dollars? Carl gaped at Inigo's bold request.

"Deal. The money will be transferred in three days,” Jameson coolly agreed to the request without

hesitation, much to Inigo's surprise.

Inigo even regretted not asking for a higher amount.

Then, Jameson advised him, "If I were you, I would stay in hiding over the next three days. I'm sure

the Becketts and the Harpers are looking for you." He took a slow sip of red wine.

Inigo snapped, "You don't have to remind me! Just transfer the money, and we're good!"

After they struck a deal, Carl saw Inigo to the door. After the door closed, Jameson poured the red

wine all over the pristine white rug with a cheerless look. He muttered ominously, "I raise a glass in

memory of you, my old friend."

Soon, Carl rushed back to Jameson's side and exclaimed, "Mr. Schmidt, are you seriously going to

transfer a hundred million dollars to that loser?"

"Of course I will. I can't risk having Alyssa learn about my plans,” Jameson replied lazily and waved

his wine glass at Carl.

Carl picked up the hint and poured him more wine. Jameson hinted, "What's the point of getting a

hundred million dollars if he won't be able to enjoy it?"

Stunned, Carl stammered, "A-Are you thinking of k-killing him off?"

"What else?" Jameson adjusted his glasses and explained, "This was not in my original plan, but I

couldn't risk keeping him around after he blackmailed me on my relationship with Alyssa.”

"If you plan to kill him, why bother transferring the money?" Carl looked perplexed.

"That's the only way to make him leave Solana City. I will only make a move on him after he leaves

the city, or it will be too risky."

Jameson's expression darkened. "Monitor Inigo Montoye and his accomplices closely over the next

three days. Report any movements of the Becketts and the Harpers to me right away. Before I kill

Inigo with my own hands, I do not want the Becketts or the Harpers to get their hands on him. Got

it?"

"Roger that!"