- No, we just need business. All of Mr. Korneyev's business, and for you to disappear. Disappear and never return. And before that, you have to give an interview to journalists about how Mr. Korneyev is guilty of your parents' deaths. - This entire story takes on new colors. I don’t know who the client is, but I see that this person's enemy is Korneyev, not me. And I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- And what will happen to Adam? - I understand that they might not be connected to his problems, but I have to ask anyway. If they know that Lantsov plans to take revenge on Adam, they must know what will happen next.
- Well, Ms. Amanda, that is not our concern. Although we can try to talk to Mr. Lantsov to leave Mr. Adam alive. But you know, he proposed conditions for preserving his life. So if Kelly doesn’t resist, he’ll at least keep his life. - I realize that Adam will not agree to the terms that Lantsov proposed. I suspect what it could be about. It is something connected with business. But he has built it all for so long to just give it away to some man who thinks he is more powerful, stronger, and has more possibilities in this world.
- So what do you say, Ms. Amanda, how do you like our proposal? - I look at the silhouette behind him and realize the man talking to me is just a pawn. He plays no role here and is merely following the will of the person standing behind him.
- I want to speak to the one who ordered my abduction and who is interested in this revenge.
- Ms. Amanda, I understand your interest, but the time has not come yet. You’ll learn everything later, but only after you say whether you accept our proposal or not? - He, the fool, really thinks that I will just turn down my entire business and then declare to reporters that Korneyev is guilty of my parents' deaths. Although that is true, I will never do that under pressure. First of all, I don’t want to tarnish the memory of my biological father. It is already well known that I am his biological daughter. Therefore, it will affect my reputation regardless.
- And what will happen if I refuse? - The man's eyes across from me darken, and his jaw tightens.
- You don’t have that option, - too self-assured.
- Really? I don’t think so. - Of course, it’s not in my position to provoke, especially a person who can take my life in two seconds. But I wouldn't be Amanda if I didn’t continue to do so.
- Ms. Amanda, do not provoke. - He stands up and approaches me too closely. - The consequences may not be very pleasant for you.
Damn, he seriously thinks that he can scare me with these empty threats. I’m sitting with two men in an unknown dark room, and the least intimidating thing is his words about bad consequences.
- Besides empty words, I see and hear nothing more. So I have no desire to continue this conversation. - It sounded pretty good, but it feels like I can just stand up and walk away, instead of being tied to a chair.
- And what do you plan to do? - A smile again appears on his face as he painfully squeezes my chin with his fingers.
- For instance, right now, I plan to tell you to go to hell. - The man’s eyes instantly fill with rage, and he slaps me, causing my head to spin. I spit out and notice blood.
- Bitch....
Another slap lands, and I lose consciousness. It takes me a few minutes to come to again. The man who slapped me twice is sitting on the sofa across from me, while the one standing behind him is squeezing the sofa with his fingers.
- I will ask again, Ms. Amanda, are you ready to accept our terms? - Does this idiot not understand from the first time that I am not ready? Or does he think that two slaps will change my mind?
I look at him and spit on the floor.
- Did you not get it the first time? - I see him boiling with anger, but this time he doesn't stand up because the silhouette man squeezes his shoulder.
Well, apparently, they can’t hit me anymore. So I’ll keep provoking. I don’t know what will come of this, but this whole situation irritates me so much that I want to rip his throat out with my bare hands.
- Hmm, you are certainly very stubborn. Just like your father.
- Are you specifying which one? - I see the man’s gaze shifts slightly.
- Of course, your biological one. Upbringing cannot change bad genes. - I hear a grunt from the man standing in the shadows. I lift my head and try to adjust my eyes to see at least something. But because of the red lighting and the shadows falling on his face, I can’t see anything.
- Hmm, maybe the genes aren’t that bad? Maybe the problem was in the upbringing after all? - I notice the silhouette man I can see squeezing his fists. Strange, why would that bother him so much?