Chapter 58 Increasing The Price For Murder

• Late at night, a middle-aged man with a serious expression sat inside a dimly lit study, waiting for something. The lit cigar next to him was ignored.
• Suddenly, the phone rang, and the man's eyes snapped open. He answered the call, and a deep voice of unknown gender said, "We cannot do business with you, Mr. Sorenson."
• The man crushed the cigar in anger, his expression turning dark. "You've taken 600 thousand from me as a deposit! What is going on? Is this how you operate? You're telling me now that you can't do it? What were you doing all this time?"