Gloria directly jumped onto the coffee table in front of Coster, looking down at him. She pulled down her sunglasses to reveal her eyes as she looked at Coster's face, speaking deliberately as if afraid he wouldn't understand.
"I said, not a single dollar less. Do you understand?"
Surrounded by his underlings, Coster wasn't going to give in. He didn't believe a corporate lackey would have such resolve. Would the boss's business really require people risking their lives?
He stood up, gritting his teeth, pointing the revolver at Gloria's head.
"You're bluffing me, huh? I was raised on fear! Go ahead, try it if you dare!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his face ferocious. Even though Gloria was standing on the coffee table, she was still shorter than him by a fraction, but she didn't give an inch in terms of momentum.
"Do you believe I'll shoot you dead right now?"
"Really? I don't believe you."
