At this moment, in Kingslanding Clubhouse, Rex was lounging on a large sofa, holding a glass of whiskey.
His expression remained unaffected by Valentin’s bad news. Instead, a sinister smile played on his lips.
Behind him stood a row of bodyguards dressed in black, each one robust and concealing weapons at their waists.
Opposite Rex sat Lisa, the tall guy, and Shawn with their group. Their faces were gloomy.
“Miss Chavez, Mr. Brewin, don’t look at me like that.”
Rex took a sip of whiskey and tapped his fingers lightly on the coffee table. “People might think I’m bullying you.”
“But you know I haven’t done anything to you. No threats, no extortion. Every holiday, I even give you money.”
Though ruthless, Rex was smart. During holidays, he not only maintained good relations with the powerful but also built connections with the young and reckless heirs and heiresses of big families, offering help when they faced problems.
Whether it was about lending money or dealing with trouble, Rex never hesitated to assist, thereby controlling them through these favors.
Then he would lead these wealthy brats into criminal activities so as to use them to control their families.
Lisa and the others had fallen into his trap.
Although facing three people, Rex only focuses on Lisa. Besides her being the leader of her group, he found her quite attractive.
Lisa had a delicate face and a curvaceous figure, with captivating, long, fair legs beneath her skirt. As she moved, her waist swayed gently, exuding an undeniable charm.
She could feel Rex’s gaze on her, prompting her to instinctively draw her legs closer together. But then, as a thought crossed her mind, she deliberately relaxed them slightly.
At that moment, the tall guy named Freddy Brewin broke the silence with a forced smile. “Mr. Wallis, we didn’t say you’re bullying us, but ten million per person is too much.”
Lisa and Shawn nodded in agreement. “It is a bit much.”
Rex laughed heartily at their words. “Too much? Mr. Brewin, it seems you haven’t been out much. You don’t know the market rates.”
“My men were called to deal with Darnell,” he continued, glancing at the curvaceous Lisa with a smirk. “Over thirty of them were beaten to a pulp, with broken hands, legs, and ribs. Just the doctor bills alone amounted to $8, 500, 000.”
“And let’s not forget the ongoing medical expenses, nutritional costs, and relocation fees. Ten million per person is really not much.”
“With ten million, you can buy a life. It’s practically cheaper than buying a house. In Whiteville, ten million barely gets you a three-bedroom apartment, and it better not be in a prime location.”
He lit a cigar and exhaled slowly. “I’ll be honest with you-if all thirty of those guys had died, five million would have been enough.”
“But they didn’t die. They’re severely injured. You’re all smart enough to know that the cost of caring for the severely injured far exceeds that of the dead.”
The three sat in silence, knowing Rex spoke the truth. Sometimes, death was easier than living.
“They still have decades to live. When you break it down, ten million is just daily lunch money.”
Rex flicked the ash from his cigar. “So let’s stop haggling. We’re friends here. It’s better to keep things straightforward, don’t you think?”
“Here’s the deal-for thirty-three people, I’ll take three hundred million, and the thirty million is my gift to you.”
“You hired my men to deal with Darnell, but since they failed to get the job done, I won’t charge you that ten million.”
Rex waved his hand grandly. “I just need three hundred million. What do you say?”
“You can pay me in cash or with property. If that’s not possible, have your families give me a call. I’ll have them write me an IOU.”
Lisa and the others exchanged glances, looking troubled. They were all rich kids, and tens of thousands or even millions felt like pocket change to them.
But three hundred million? They couldn’t scrape together that amount even if they sold everything they owned. Asking their families for help would likely lead to being scolded by them.
Yet, if they didn’t pay, Rex could make things difficult for them or even go after their families. So there was no way to escape this debt.
When they thought of this, their hatred for Darnell deepened. They mentally marked this debt against him and vowed to make him pay tenfold when the opportunity arose.
“Rex, we only have fifty million on hand right now. Here, take this for now.”
After a moment of silence, Lisa pulled out a few bank cards and handed them to Rex. “We’ll gather the remaining two hundred fifty million as soon as possible.”
“But you have to promise that you won’t tell our families.”
Rex smiled as he took the bank cards, even going so far as to touch Lisa’s hand. “I normally wouldn’t let someone owe me this amount of money.”
“At the very least, I’d usually require your families to write an IOU. But since Miss Chavez asked, I’ll give you some leeway and let you settle it later when you’re able.”
His gaze lingered on Lisa’s ample chest, occasionally drifting down to her long thighs, a playful glint in his eyes.
“As for interest, since we’re all friends, we’ll keep it within legal limits.”
He held up two fingers. “Two percent.”
That was five million a month.
Lisa and the others’ expressions shifted. Five million wasn’t a huge amount. It was just pocket money for the three of them. But paying Rex five million each month would leave them with hardly anything left.
How long would it take to pay off the two hundred fifty million? They might not be able to clear that debt in ten or even eight years.
But they knew they had no choice at the moment. They could only nod reluctantly before the three of them stood up to leave.
Once outside, Lisa kicked the elevator door hard. “It was Darnell’s fault! Bastard!”
Watching the three of them on the surveillance feed, Rex smirked, letting out a puff of smoke. “Bargaining with me? How naive.”
He then beckoned to one of his trusted confidants. “Make sure the hospital only keeps those brothers alive. There’s no need for surgeries on their broken limbs.”
“Treating these severely disabled individuals is just a waste of money.”
The confidant nodded, then asked, “What do we do with them once they recover?”
“Isn’t Pierce’s begging operations dismantled? Let those brothers fill the void. In such a state, they should be able to beg enough to survive.”
Rex exhaled slowly, a cruel smile creeping onto his face. “Consider it recycling waste.”
The confidant nodded, understanding.
Rex suddenly remembered something. “I heard Darnell is in Woodsea. Find an opportunity to have our men pay him a visit.”
“Boss, the one who left those brothers disabled wasn’t Darnell. It was an old man who did it.”
He then pulled out his phone and showed Rex a photo of Toby. “Someone sent a video of the incident to the police. The assailant is Toby Ramsey.”
“Toby Ramsey?”
Rex narrowed his eyes. “Is he from Baycliff?” He tilted his head. “Have the photo shown to Enzo Wheler.
“If he knows Toby, let Toby explain himself to us.
“If he doesn’t know him, then we deal with the old man.”
He licked his lips.
“Also, hand Darnell’s information over to the Blades. Let Enzo take care of him.”
The confidant replied, “Understood.”
At that moment, an unfamiliar number came in.
Rex picked up the phone, and as soon as it connected, a familiar voice came through, low and urgent, “Get out of there now!”