Chapter 598

"Cash?" Dahlia frowned and said, "Where will I get so much cash at such

short notice?

"That's for you to figure out. We only accept cash here," Duncan said cas

ually.

"You're just making things difficult for me on purpose!" Dahlia's express

ion was icy. She would probably need a truck to transport 38 million doll

ars worth of cash.

"Ms. Nicholson, mind your words, Does your brother still want to keep

his other hand?" Duncan swept his gaze toward James.

"You!" Dahlia gritted her teeth and managed to control herself. "Can you

give me two days? I'll bring you the cash as fast as I can."

"I wouldn't say no, but you have to have a few drinks with me first." Dun

can stood up slowly and took two glasses out from the drinks cabinet. He

filled them with whisky and handed one to Dahlia. "Drink this, and I'll c

onsider giving you two days."

"What?" Looking at the glass full of whisky, Dahlia couldn't help but fro

wn slightly. Duncan obviously didn't have good intentions. She didn't kno

w if she could still leave that place after she

drank it.

"You refuse? Then you're just disrespecting me." Duncan's smile disappear

ed slowly as he said, It's only right for one to repay their debt if they

owe money. If they can't, then I have no choice but to cut their limbs o

ff. Guys, chop James' other hand off!"

"Yes, sir!" Two gangsters laughed evilly and immediately pressed James ag

ainst the floor.

"No! Don't chop my hand off!" James was scared out of his wits as he begg

ed for mercy. "Dahlia! Save me! Save me, quick! I'm your brother! I don't

want to become handicapped. I'm begging you. Hurry up and drink the whis

ky!"

"Chop it off!" Duncan shouted.

"Wait!" Just as the ax was about to strike, Dahlia shouted hastily, "I'll

drink!"

"Haha, that's more like it … Drink up," Duncan said with a sly smile.

Dahlia took a deep breath, picked up the glass, and downed the whiskey in

one go. Even though. she knew that something was wrong with it, she had

no choice but to drink it because her brother's life was in Duncan's hand

s. Now, she could only pray that she would hold up.

"Nice! You really are an impressive woman. Come on, let's have another dr

ink!" Duncan filled her glass again. Dahlia frowned deeply, and she hesit

ated for a moment. But she still finished the glass of whisky. After down

ing two glasses, she felt lightheaded quickly and felt herself burning

up.

"Shit!" Dahlia thought. Knowing something was off, she tried to fight the

feeling and force herself out the door. However, before

she could take more than two steps, her vision went black, and she

fainted on the floor.

"Hehe… I'll see how you try to run away from me," Duncan said while strok

ing his chin, his expression perverted.

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"Mr. Doyle, wasn't our deal just about money? How could you break your pr

omise?" As he

witnessed his sister get drugged, James immediately panicked. Even a fool

would know what was going to happen next.

"What's the matter? You want to avenge your sister?" Duncan laughed wicke

dly. "Sure, if you chop off your other hand, then I'll let your sister go

. How does that sound?"

"I.. James' expression stiffened, and he immediately hung his head. His g

aze flitted around as he dared not look at Dahlia, who was lying out cold

on the floor.

"A coward, just as I thought. Get lost!" Duncan shouted, and

he kicked James to the floor.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll get lost right away." James looked as if he had j

ust been spared a gruesome death. He dared not hesitate and scrambled out

of the room instantly. His pathetic behavior made the whole gang laugh l

oudly.

"Okay, you guys get out too. Don't disturb me." Duncan waved his hand and

dismissed his lackeys from the room. Then,

a thought struck him, and he fished out Dahlia's phone. He called Dustin

and said, "Hey, Rhys! Do you know who I am? That's right, it's me, Duncan

Doyle! Your woman is in my bed right now. I'll show her a good time toni

ght."

The moment he finished speaking, a loud bang sounded as someone kicked th

e door open. Then, a figure with a cold expression came into sight. "You'

ll show who a good time?"