"What's the job?" Seeing so much money, the man's face instantly lit up with greed.
Money talks, and for the right price, he was willing to be the devil himself.
"Here's five hundred thousand. It's just the deposit. I'll give you another five hundred thousand when it's done," Sharon Quincy said, taking out a bank card and waving it in front of him.
"You can count on me. I'm the one who faked your academic records for you, remember? Here in Veridia, if I want something done, it gets done." The man squinted, stroking his lower lip with a confident smirk. "You're doing pretty well for yourself, having become Selina Nathan. What's next? Making the *real* Selina Nathan disappear?"
"That won't be necessary. And I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas." Sharon Quincy's gaze turned cold. "Have you forgotten that the last person who kidnapped Selina Nathan is already dead?"
The man's squinted eyes widened slightly.
