Donald put the phone on speaker, and James could clearly hear Corey's voice. Although Corey pretended to be casual, he sounded a little flustered.
Corey must have run into something, or he would not have called Simon.
James gestured to Donald. Donald nodded and answered Corey with a smile.
"Mr. Corey, I already said that we are businessmen. I can help you, but you should let me know what I can get."
Corey paused for a second and then continued, "Mr. Simon, there isn't much time. Do you want to see your brother's dead body?"
It was a threat.
Donald became even calmer. "Mr. Corey, my father loves my brother very much. If something happens to him, it won't do you any good. Do you understand what I am saying?"
It meant that Roger was Vincent's favorite son. If he died, Vincent would definitely be angry, and it would be bad for Corey.
"Fine. What do you want?" Corey said with some ridicule in his tone.
"I'd like to help, but you have to tell me where you are."