Chapter 27 What Else Can She Hope For

• Maverick sat on a black leather couch while Gregory and several other men in black stood aside with wooden bats in their hands.
• Cliff, however, was in a disheveled state as he knelt on the floor. Judging by the dark purple bruises littered on his body, it was evident he had been captured and beaten up badly. “Mr. Lambert, I-I promise I'll return you the money. I'm already thinking of a way to get the money. Please give me a few more days...” he begged, trying desperately to save his own skin.
• “Cliff Quillen, have you forgotten the conditions I laid out for you?” Maverick said coldly. What a fool. Did he think he could escape my clutches by going abroad? If so, he has sorely underestimated my global power and influence.