Chapter 181

However the receiver didn't say anything which made Old Master Silver more intense.

"The price..."

Old Master Silver's voice rasped through the jade receiver, his throat raw from screaming Noah name and yelling at that bastard when he should have just made the phone call from the beginning.

"Name it."

However the Silence stretched across the line, heavy with implications. Each passing second made his grip on the phone whiten, aged knuckles protruding like mountain peaks.

Then numbers, spoken in that ancient voice, each digit falling like lead into the midnight air.

At that moment Old master Silver's free hand clutched his desk for support.

"Half our quarterly profits."

At that moment a bitter laugh escaped his lips, his shoulders shaking with the weight of it.

He thought it would be more but that is nothing compared to how desperately he needs the head of Ethan.

"That's what my grandson's vengeance costs?"