My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 114 Another Motive

Tyler

"Well, we've done as you asked. What more do you want?" Mario, the surly butthead, asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. He should have shown that skepticism when I first tasked them with wrecking his nephew's home and possibly scaring off his girlfriend. However, neither of these two filthy, greedy, and super annoying individuals bothered to ask a single question about it.

The reason? It was simple-I had stuffed their mouths full of money. And I knew this skepticism too wouldn't last long, especially not after I revealed another jackpot to these broke human beings who usually didn't even bother to consider what they would be eating the next day before blowing their last few coins on gambling.

Typical poor people trying to keep up with rich hobbies!

I chuckled as I poured myself a drink, grabbing the bucket and dropping a few ice cubes into it. "Well... am I taking up too much of your and your brother's precious time, Mario? Didn't my assistant give you the money?"

"Yes, she did," Luigi said, curiously examining the surroundings of my office-perhaps he was looking for things to steal. The last time we had a meet-up, that scoundrel nearly stole my watch. When he failed, he ended up taking a pocket vase that cost more than his income.

Jacob's family background was... interesting. And so far, I was enjoying knowing more about where he actually came from and how low he was compared to me.

I deserved Evelyn more than him because I was, without a doubt, better than him.

we got the money. What more do you want from us?"

for how despicable they were, but then again, that would have made Jacob's life easier, so I wasn't willing to help him. But for

legs up and crossing one over the other on the desk. "Good question, Mario. Well, I have one more task for the two of you, and you'd get double the amount of money. Trust me, I am not the

alright?" Luigi interjected. "We don't engage

fact that he only paid attention to this detail spoke volumes about

your broke arse can't even pay your bills, dress decently, or eat decent food? Don't aspire for things beyond your means, buddy.

with the wealthy by imitating their

What a stupid move!

once

"What's the task?"

interested,

lighting it up as I placed it between my lips, taking a drag. needed to remain calm to keep myself composed and not end up beating the daylights out of these two-I just couldn't

ash into the ashtray and eyeing them as I continued. "You two call Jacob and arrange to meet him at a location I'll provide.

do we gain from

reality, he was the kind