Chapter 331:
An eerie silence enveloped the room as both men lost themselves in their thoughts.
“How much will the reward be?” Ray finally asked, breaking the thick silence.
“How much do you want? As you can see, I don’t negotiate with my boys. State your price,” Silas smirked, lighting the tobacco and sticking it between his lips.
“Killing the mistress without attracting attention is the most difficult thing to do. I’ll accept 35 bags of coins,” Ray stated, licking his lips greedily. He knew the amount he requested was huge, but it was the only thing on his mind.
More gold coins meant more money. He could stop working forever and live a life of luxury.
The greed shone brightly in his eyes as his imagination ran wild.
“You have no choice but to kill her. She’s a terrible person, a snake. If you do this job excellently, I’ll give you additional money as a reward. You’ll receive 15 extra bags as a symbol of my appreciation. I don’t mind spending heavily; I just want Rosa dead,” Silas declared with finality. “Plus, I keep my word.”
“That’s massive. Thank you.” A wide grin spread across Ray’s face as he leapt in excitement, almost hugging Silas.
He couldn’t contain himself—he only saw himself swimming in money.
“Sorry,” he muttered, adjusting himself as he regained his composure. “I got carried away.”
“Be warned. I don’t tolerate such behavior.”
“Yes, Boss. I am sorry,” Ray blurted out.
“When am I going to receive the money?”
“In the evening. The 35 bags of gold coins will be delivered to you then, and the bonus will come after the mission is a success.”
“Thanks, Boss.”
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“Don’t thank me yet until the job is over. I need her dead before the end of the week. Can you help me with that?” Silas asked in a convincing tone, his dark eyes fixed on Ray’s disoriented ones.
“This week?” Ray asked, fidgeting with his fingers as his thoughts raced in and out of his mind. “Sorry, but isn’t that a bit too soon?” he blurted, his heart in his throat.
“You have no choice. Your opinion doesn’t matter. You are to obey the instructions given, and I expect to receive news that the mistress has been killed by the end of this week. Is that understood?” Silas’ voice thundered, and his face burned with anger.
Ray knew better than to argue with him.
“Yes, sir,” he responded shakily, swallowing the bile of fear that stuck in his throat.
“Good boy,” Silas complimented, a huge smile spreading across his face, confusing Ray. “I know how displeased you feel right now, but running away will only make things worse. It will cost you more than your life. Don’t try it.” He threatened, leaving the room without sparing Ray another glance.
Anyone who walked in now would have thought Silas was an angel.
“That’s all. Have a good day, and don’t screw things up,” Silas’ last warning reverberated through the room, his voice thick with an impending danger.
One by one, Ray watched the men leave the space. Peeking at them through the window until they had gone, he swiftly ran to the door and bolted it with all his might, terrified of encountering Silas again.
Satisfied, he collapsed on his bed, lost in thought as the events replayed in his mind.
