Chapter 85: God Of Wealth
"No, it can’t be..." X muttered to herself, her mind reeling. Although she had never met the Boss in person, the pictures painted a clear image. And the other subordinates, without fail, spoke of a man in his mid-thirties leading them.
"How can such a young guy be him?" she questioned the empty room. The whispers of his past, or perhaps present, as a notorious playboy only added to her disbelief.
"Ah!" A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she walked over to the solitary table and picked up her phone.
"Christopher can’t be the Boss," she reasoned, her fingers hovering over the screen. "He might just be one of the Boss’s subordinates..." The only way to be certain was to ask the Boss himself. Her gaze fell upon the number that had called her just moments ago, a wave of hesitation washing over her. "What if he thinks I’m snooping?" she paused, her eyes then drawn to the ominous red skull icon on one of her screens.
"No..." she resolved, a new determination hardening her features. "If Christopher is truly one of us, and his subroutine... I have to let him know there’s a kill order on his head. Maybe the Boss will know how to handle this." Taking a deep breath, she tapped the number, sending the call. With each passing second, the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat intensified.
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"Master Jim... From this moment forward, your membership with Imperial Store is revoked." Murphy’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.
Jim’s head snapped up, his face a mask of disbelief and horror. "What?" he stammered.
Murphy moved with deliberate steps towards him, bending down to retrieve the discarded purple card from the polished floor. Before the stunned gazes of everyone present, she tore it cleanly in half, then in half again, letting the pieces flutter to the ground like fallen leaves.
"Please," she addressed her bodyguards, her tone sharp and commanding, "take Master Jim and this... insufficient human outside. We cannot have them sullying the sanctity of my store."
Two imposing figures stepped forward, their movements swift and efficient. They grabbed the bewildered Jim and his companion, dragging them unceremoniously towards the exit. A moment later, they were unceremoniously thrown onto the pavement outside.