NovelEnglishHerman believed Hannah would show ssigns of wavering since he had compromised to this extent.
After all, the Jade Paradise business promised lucrative returns.
A 50% share would yield exponential profits.
He didn't think this young woman would remain steadfast.
However, Herman miscalculated Hannah's resolve and overestimated his influence.
In response, Hannah reclined in her seat, casting a thoughtful glance at Bryson.
"Mr.
Mitchell, what's your take on this business? Is it worth pursuing?" 's BunnyBookery Having sat quietly beside them for a while, Bryson finally spoke up, his words deliberate.
"I don't see the value in it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if Amelie has been diligently managing Jade Paradise, she's only entitled to thirty percent of the profits. Meanwhile, the Bloody Gang claimed seventy percent simply by supplying the goods.
If you start with a fifty-fifty split, the Bloody Gang will inevitably becmore demanding over time.
If they insist on maintaining seventy percent control, you'll essentially be under their thumb, won't you?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" Herman's subordinate approached Bryson menacingly, brandishing a firearm.
He disengaged the safety and pressed the gun against Bryson's temple.
"Are you asking for trouble?" This time, Herman didn't intervene.
Turning to Hannah, he said, "Miss Moore, it seems you are no longer interested in negotiating with me.
You disagreed with the fifty-fifty split earlier.
So, if you still value his life, agree to cooperate with me.
How about we settle for a 60-40 split?" Hannah maintained her composure, offering no reaction as Herman slowly extended five fingers towards her. "Take your tto mull it over.
After five counts, your friend here will meet a rather unfortunate fate.
With deliberate slowness, Herman began his countdown.
"Five, four, three, two..." He expected to see fear in Hannah's eyes, but her expression remained stoic, much to his dismay.
His expression darkened abruptly.
"Since you seem unconcerned about your man's well-being, I don't have to show any mercy.
One.
Suddenly, a gunshot resounded through the room.
The firearm slipped from the man's grip into Bryson's hand in a swift motion.
The bullet grazed the sofa behind Bryson, his reflexes so quick that he had the gun in hand before the other man could react.
With practiced ease, Bryson swiftly flicked the safety catch on the firearm.
Slowly, he raised the gun and pointed it directly at the man's head.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCold sweat dripped from the man's forehead as he stood frozen.
"Boss..." Hannah's lips curved into a serene smile.
"Apologies, but I don't take kindly to threats.
"
Herman's expression darkened as he realized he had underestimated Bryson's capabilities.
Though he toyed with the idea of calling for backup, his pride om prevented him from admitting defeat so easily. "I chere to negotiate.
If you refrain from causing trouble for the Compton family in the future, we will part ways amicably. Herman snorted, eyeing the gun in Bryson's grasp.
"Do you think you can leave this place after killing me?" Hannah blinked, interjecting, "I didn't chere to fight with you.
I cto make peace.
Do you have any inclination to do the same?"
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