Chapter 755
Chapter 755:
Jorge fell silent, letting his words hang in the air. He knew the art of negotiation well enough. Saying more now would only diminish his bargaining power if Gilmore’s interest hadn’t been piqued.
Gilmore’s fingers drummed a light rhythm against the table, and then, almost imperceptibly, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. “Well, well. Consider my interest piqued. But tell me—what makes you so certain that MO will see you as an asset?”
Jorge chuckled, exuding confidence. “That’s simple. For the next three days, MO will remain in Cloverhill, awaiting Orson’s return to consciousness. In that window of time, I’ll prove exactly why I matter to MO.”
“Alright.” Gilmore leaned back, nodding. “You’ve got three days to make your case. Impress me, and I’ll make sure you get what you want. Whether that’s claiming the Lambert family’s throne or wiping out the Mendoza family, I have the means to make it happen.”
“Much appreciated, Mr. Welch.” Jorge dipped his head slightly in gratitude. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
“Go ahead.”
Jorge’s nerves were taut as a bowstring, his peripheral vision snagging on the vase by the door. Without breaking stride, he drifted closer, his fingers subtly plucking the tiny listening device nestled behind it.
“Got it!”
Elation surged through him. Whatever intel the bug had recorded would no doubt be invaluable to MO.
“Hold it right there.”
Just as his foot crossed the threshold, Gilmore’s voice cut through the air like a knife.
“Mr. Welch, is there something else?” Jorge asked, turning back to meet Gilmore’s piercing gaze. Had he been caught? Jorge’s heartbeat thundered in his chest. No. He couldn’t let a single crack show. One misstep, and he was as good as dead.
𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨁𝗰𝗈𝗺
“What did you just take from the vase?”
“Huh?” Jorge blinked, feigning ignorance. “I didn’t take anything.”
Gilmore’s gaze darkened, his voice dropping to a menacing chill. “Hand it over. Now. Or you won’t leave this room alive.”
With a heavy thud, Jorge dropped to his knees. “I was only checking if that was the vase my father was interested in buying.”
Gilmore’s footsteps echoed ominously as he approached, looming over Jorge like a predator savoring its prey.
“Do I look like an idiot to you?”
Jorge’s breath hitched. Then, like a coiled spring, he exploded into action. His fist shot towards Gilmore, aiming straight for his jaw.
Gilmore’s eyes widened in surprise—he hadn’t expected Jorge to attack him. At the last second, he jerked his head back, the punch whizzing past him by a hair’s breadth.
Jorge didn’t wait for a counterattack. He spun on his heel and bolted for the exit.
As he sprinted, he yanked out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen as he sent a message to Janice.
Suddenly, a deafening gunshot ripped through the air.
Jorge’s body jerked violently. His legs faltered, the world tilting sideways as he crashed to the ground.
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