The Rich Man Courting Death

Wade was conflicted.

His brain was desperately telling him that this commission was courting death. He absolutely couldn't accept it.

But his heart was already on the box of green bills.

This was a big business deal worth five million.

He had only received two 7-figure requests in his life, and that old man Weyland had only given him a million dollars. It was nothing compared with five million dollars.

"We don't have much time, young man," Luke casually reminded him.

Wade was well aware.

He knew Vanessa's habits very well. She would be out in a minute or two at most.

"Done." He gritted his teeth and pointed at the cash box next to Luke. "Now, let me look at them again. It'll warm my cold heart."

Luke, however, shook his head. "You can look later. Now, I'm going to tell you the important parts of the mission."

Saying that, he opened another big box on his right.