"Aww... he wants to save his daughter! What a loving father," Linc mocked him.
"Where are we doing the trade?" Richard asked, straight to the point.
"I'll text you the address," Linc snapped and hung up immediately.
"I'm the one with the upper hand here," he gloated.
Linc gathered a few things and his keys. He headed outside his house and as he opened his door, Annabelle was standing there.
Linc jumped back in surprise, but quickly regained his cool."
"What are you doing here? Have you gotten the money?" he asked her.
"Good evening to you too," Annabelle replied.
"Sorry baby, good evening. Have you gotten the money?" Linc asked.
"Well, I got a hundred thousand dollars," Annabelle said eagerly.
"I said I didn't want peanuts! What would that gum money do!" Linc fired at her.
"Linc ..." Annabelle's voice shook.
"I sold my two cars and some jewelry," Annabelle said.
"Couldn't you have at least praised my efforts or said thank you?" Annabelle was hurt.