"You're being dramatic, Richard," Leah said coolly. "This isn't blackmail—it's a business transaction."
Richard's face twisted with anger. "You don't have the right to negotiate with me."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Leah's tone turned playful as she slowly panned the camera. The feed shifted to show Frank—bloodied, tied tightly to a chair, a pair of dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth. He could only let out muffled, pitiful groans.
Then Nora stepped into frame, holding a knife. Without warning, she drove it deep into Frank's thigh.
"AAAHHHH!"
Frank let out a guttural scream, his face contorting in agony as blood gushed from the wound. His eyes locked onto the camera, wide and desperate, silently pleading—Richard, help me!
Richard's expression darkened. These two women were more ruthless than he'd expected. But still—he was Genesis Biotech. How could he let a couple of nobodies from a backwater shelter extort him?
