...Austin POV...
I am not sure if I heard this crazy man correctly. Does he think the Grant is a Rockefeller? Either he did not think this through, which is what I am leaning towards, or he is not intending in returning Summer at all.
Now I know that I should keep my mouth shut, but this makes no sense at all, "So, Damian. You want the money, right?"
"Why else do we have you," he snaps at me as he pushes the barrel of the gun in my face. He is going to wish he never did that, but that is not the point.
"The last time I heard, or from what I have been told, Mr. Knightley is not even nearly worth thirty-eight million."
He looks at me amused and only laughs, "Of course I know that."
I look at him even further, confused, "Then why ask for thirty-eight million if you know that he does not have it."
"I said eight million."
I shake my head at him, and he only but cocks his head, "You said thirty-eight million."