Chapter 549 My Nephew’s Loaded

Ambrose Keller had only 50 thousand on him right now—money he’d swindled out of his second brother—and it hadn’t even warmed his pocket before he had to cough it up. He was a million short for the 900 thousand he needed to pay. Even if he wanted to rob someone, there wasn’t time.
What pissed him off even more was that little brat Nelson, watching him drown and refusing to throw a rope. He hated him to the bone.
If the kid had no conscience, then don’t blame him, the uncle, for being ruthless. As long as he was here today, that kid wasn’t walking away from this mess.