Chapter 173 An Unwelcome Visitor

Ryan's fees for taking someone out were based on the target's skill level. He'd only quote one hundred million if the target were a master martial artist. And Daniel, that country boy, could throw a punch, sure, but Christopher figured Ryan would only charge ten million tops. The rest of the ninety million? Well, Christopher was more than happy to pocket that windfall. Christopher loved making friends more than anything—he basically knew half of New York. Only about one-tenth of his wealth came from his medical skills. The rest? It all came from being the middleman. In the vast hundred-square-foot living room of the Matthews mansion, Jessica sat lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, while Daniel stood in front of her, grinning like an idiot. "Cut it out! Tell me!" "Tell you what?" "Who's that beautiful woman?" "She's Isabella! President of the Prospera Group and the sole heiress of Florida's top tycoon, Chris." "Isabella? How do you know her?" "Chris was cursed. I saved his life!