By the time Jacob was already half-dead and trembling—pleading and losing control of his bladder—Christopher finally walked toward Dylan.
“Your little brother is still alive. Even though he destroyed my restaurant and my Ferrari, I won’t be too harsh on you guys. As long as you guys pay me 8 million, I’ll let this slide!” Christopher dusted his hands off before saying nonchalantly.
Talley and Shorty, who were standing at a side, felt their faces twitching. A Ferrari 458 Italia cost 4.88 million, and the furniture would only cost 10,000 at most. Asking for 8 million was definitely a scam!
Unable to watch any longer, Talley chimed in anxiously, “Your Ferrari costs 5 million at most, so how can you say it’s 8 million?!”
Jacob, who couldn’t speak coherently, also started babbling as he nodded and gave Dylan an expectant look, hoping that his own brother would say something.
Upon hearing that, Dylan had his facial expression changed as well. He didn’t expect the young man in front of him to be a short fuse as well as demanding, so he immediately said, “Christopher, you’ve already beaten Jacob up to this point. You—”