Fat Lawler furrowed his brow, deep in thought. He didn't recall the name Wesley Mebane.

"I've got my subordinates handling my business," he replied matter-of-factly. "We give out loans to a lot of folks daily. How could I be expected to remember them all? But why are you asking about this?"

"Wesley is a worthless gambler and a real jerk. But, well, he happens to be my..." Daniel paused for a moment, then continued. "He's my wife's brother-in-law."

"Your wife?" Fat Lawler asked.

"Exactly." Daniel nodded with a hint of a smile. "He had the audacity to use my wife as collateral. He even suggested that your subordinates could have her if he couldn't pay up."

Fat Lawler's expression grew serious. "How did this happen?"

Just then, someone whispered in his ear, and he had a sudden realization. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

had my two

"They caused trouble for my wife. I showed mercy by having them handed over

"Mr. Quimby, you..."

attention spiked. Had Daniel brought

their guns. The dark

to talk. No need to

glanced around and gestured for his subordinates to lower their

brought Wesley's promissory note to the table. The document clearly stated that if

note. Do you want me to

you the 4,000,000 dollars," Daniel said coldly. "I'll wire the funds once I

your decision." Fat Lawler scoffed. "It goes against our agreement. The promissory note serves as proof. If I do as you ask, won't I be

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