Chapter 33

The blonde had only suffered a dislocated arm. With a cast on, it would heal in no time. 30 thousand dollars to take the fall? That was a steal! But the tattooed man wasn't satisfied. "30 thousand dollars? Are you kidding me? I'm ruined for life! I want a million!" The masked man exhaled in relief. A million was manageable. The young lady they worked for had said anything under five million would be fine. As long as they confessed to the crime and didn't mention anyone else being involved, they would get the money for free. If they mentioned being hired, the Yates and Jacobson families would investigate, and it wouldn't take long for the trail to lead back to her. He had already prepared to offer two million if the tattooed man refused. But who would've guessed the guy would settle for just one million? "Fine," the masked man said in a low voice. "Give me your bank account number. I'll transfer the money soon. But if you dare leak a word about this, not only will you lose the mon