Chapter: 927

"M–Mr. Doyle, these notes prove that I’ve only borrowed 30 million. Where did the extra 8 million come from?" James asked miserably.

"Why would I be lending out money if not for the interest?" Duncan asked frostily.

"B–but isn’t the interest too high?" James asked warily.

"Cut the crap! You either pay me what you owe or I’ll chop your limbs off!" Duncan glared at him.

"N–no, don’t! I’ll pay!" James was flustered by the situation he was in.

"Can you please give me a few more days to pay up, Mr. Doyle? I promise I’ll pay you in full."

"No! You are to pay me tonight. Where am I going to find you if you escape?" Duncan demanded.

"But how am I supposed to produce this much money in one night?" James cowered in fear.

"Didn’t you say that your sister is the chairperson of Nicholson Corp.? Several million dollars are considered peanuts to her!" Duncan smirked sinisterly.

"What?" James froze up for a while before he continued sheepishly, "Mr. Doyle, knowing my sister, she will most likely refuse to pay my debts.

She usually helped him out of most of the trouble he got himself into, but once they had anything to do with gambling or drugs, it was the end of the discussion.

"Don’t worry. I’ll help you." Duncan smiled venomously.

"Help me? How will you help me?" James was taken aback by Duncan’s offer to help. But Duncan did not give him a straightforward reply. Instead, he simply gestured to his henchmen and took an axe that they handed him. As James watched on with terror in his eyes, Duncan swung the axe down in the direction of his wrist.

In the president’s office at Nicholson Corp, Dahlia took a sip of coffee and continued immersing. herself in work. Although Hank didn’t show it, he was facing all sorts of obstacles in private. He pushed every matter to her, regardless of whether it was big or small, which caused her to be so busy that she had to work overtime every day till midnight.

"Ms. Nicholson…." Right then, a young female assistant knocked on the door all of a sudden.

"What is it?" Dahlia looked up at her. Because Julie wasn’t a very reliable secretary, she hired another assistant, Kelly Porch, to share the workload.

"Ms. Nicholson, someone sent you a parcel and asked me to pass it to you directly. The person mentioned that it’s a surprise," Kelly said, holding a gift box.

"Okay, put it on the desk." Dahlia nodded, then a thought struck her.

"Kelly, it’s getting late. You should head home first. You don’t have to wait for me."

"Okay, Ms. Nicholson." Kelly turned around and left.

Dahlia rubbed her eyes and finally finished her work. She turned her gaze to the gift box and decided to open it. However, the moment she opened it, she was so frightened that her face went deathly pale. What lay inside the gift box was a bloody hand! It was very obvious that the hand had just been cut off not long ago because the blood had not clotted yet. It was a very shocking sight.

While she was still in shock, her phone suddenly rang. When she answered it, she immediately heard Duncan’s voice.