By the time Edmund got to that old man's villa, he could hear Riley screaming frantically from upstairs.
“No! Don't do this to me, Mr. Spencer. I'm only here to test the wine for you, nothing else. Stop please, or I'll call up the police.”
“Test the wine?” a disgusting voice asked.
“Ms. Cooper, who is willing to spend six million on you just for testing out the wine? Are you made of gold? Let me be honest with you, it's because you're a Cooper. If it was someone else, I wouldn't give her this price, even if the person is a virgin.”
Cackling hideously, he attempted to jump on poor Riley again, causing her to shriek in fear.
“No... No, it can't be! That's not what Ms. Malvich told me. Last time, she mentioned it's for wine tasting. She didn't... she didn't say anything else...”