Old Bryan's Bargain

Yacht, temporary holding room.

Old Bryan was splashed awake by a bowl of cold water.

The captain of the bodyguards squatted in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"

Old Bryan shook his head and said, "No one."

The bodyguard captain's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and heavily slapped him across the face.

"You still dare to lie! Speak! Who sent you?!"

Old Bryan shook his head again: "No one."

The bodyguard captain frowned slightly, and he turned to look at the only person sitting in the room.

The old man sitting in the chair was wearing an Arab robe, and the presence emanating from his body was extremely strong.

"Marco, find a way to pry open his mouth."

The bodyguard captain respectfully nodded and replied, "Understood, Mr. Ali."

At this moment, Old Bryan looked up at the Middle Eastern old man Ali.

"No one sent me, I am here for the girl you brought onto the ship!"

"Oh?!" Ali was slightly startled, and instantly grew interested.

He got up and walked toward Old Bryan.

The bodyguard captain hurriedly stood up and stepped aside a couple of paces, clearing the way.

Ali stood in the spot previously occupied by the bodyguard captain, looking down from above at Old Bryan.

"What is your relationship with that girl?"

Old Bryan lay on the ground, looking into Ali's eyes as he spoke, "Her name is Kim Mills, she is my daughter!"

"Such great fatherly love~"

Ali exclaimed in admiration, but his tone shifted and he suddenly said, "However, in order to get her, I spent two hundred and fifty thousand euros."

"I will pay you back." Old Bryan guaranteed, "Two hundred and fifty thousand euros, I will pay you back within two days."

"No No No~"