Chapter 6: Grilled Squid
Chapter 6: Grilled Squid
“California billionaire, founder and chairman of Ackman Pictures, Mr. Buddy Ackman, had a serious health decline last year.” Freddy, his will already shattered, endured the excruciating pain as he spilled the details: “During the crew’s preparation, I happened to overhear from the higher-ups that he was planning an organ transplant.”
Hawk said coldly, “Keep going.”
Freddy dared not slack off. “Since the start of the year, companies under the Ackman family have been conducting comprehensive medical examinations under the guise of welfare or charity. However, blood type Hh is already rare, and matching for organ transplants is even harder. You just happen to be a perfect match.”
He took a few heavy breaths and quickly shirked responsibility: “I was acting under orders—I had no choice! Otherwise, I’d lose my job. Without an income, my house, my car, my wife—everything would disappear into thin air.”
Hawk stared at him. “Get to the point.”
Freddy tried a different approach. “It was Bro Derek and Barack Bernan who forced me! They said if I didn’t do it, they’d fire me!”
Hawk knew Bro Derek was the crew’s producer and asked, “Who is Barack Bernan?”
Freddy answered, “Like me and Bro, he’s also Jewish and currently serves as the chairman of the Ackman Charity Foundation.”