Chapter 225:
“And you,” the team leader glowered at Harry. “Didn’t I instruct you to maintain your grip? Why did you release it?”
Harry remained silent, uncertain how to respond. He had indeed held tight, but Freya’s strength had simply overwhelmed him.
“Do you value your daughter greatly?” Freya suddenly asked Tim, who remained seated on the floor.
“What are you getting at?” Tim’s demeanor shifted to seriousness, wariness creeping into his voice.
“If you threaten my daughter, I’ll defend her by any means necessary.”
“Since your daughter matters so much, have you considered that pursuing today’s incident could result in your arrest for intentional harm?” Freya drawled with subtle indifference.
Everyone froze in confusion.
“An arrest record would impact your daughter’s future,” Freya continued, targeting his vulnerability.
“She might face discrimination from classmates and disqualification from government or banking positions due to background check failures.”
“You’re serious?” Tim’s anxiety propelled him into his regional dialect.
“Will this truly affect my child?”
“Verify online if you doubt my statement,” Freya explained patiently. She believed a father with genuine concern for his daughter couldn’t be entirely malicious—perhaps he merely struggled to provide.
Tim’s worry intensified immediately, prompting the others to retrieve their phones and search for confirmation.
After reviewing the results, they exchanged troubled glances, uncertain about their next course of action.
“Reveal who hired you, explain their objective, and disclose the whereabouts of that phone’s owner. I’ll absolve your responsibility,” Freya offered, eyeing Trent’s phone on the table, open to peaceful negotiation.
“Well…” The team leader hesitated visibly.
“It’s not unwillingness to share information, but rather our inability to afford the contract violation penalty.”
The sum totaled five million dollars. Even selling their houses wouldn’t generate sufficient funds.
Freya inquired directly,
“How much?”
“Five… five million,” admitted the team leader, divulging the information since it wasn’t protected by confidentiality.
“We were promised 500,000 dollars upon completion, with a tenfold penalty for information leakage.”
“I’ll provide six million,” Freya stated matter-of-factly.
“One million for your group to divide, and five million to cover the penalty.”
The bodyguards stood speechless with astonishment.
They immediately disregarded the previous confrontation.
Now, a single thought dominated their minds: whether something was amiss with the young woman before them.
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