Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1150: Negotiation

Glenn didn't like Zoren for many reasons: he found Zoren arrogant. He didn't like how Zoren spoke or carried himself. He didn't like his face or demeanor. But it wasn't all dislike. Glenn liked money, and Zoren, the owner of not just the castle but the island where that castle stood, had loads of it.

"I'm sure you already know why I'm here, Mr. Glenn. The people you brought in here... I want you to give them back. Unharmed."

What Zoren said brought a smile to Glenn's face. Zoren might not have said it directly, but Glenn just heard money being counted by a machine.

"People that were brought in here?" Glenn tilted his head, feigning ignorance. "Mr. Doreen, I don't seem to understand what you're talking about. You see, people come in here all the time. New recruits, you know? So, I'm not sure who you're referring to."

Zoren nodded, casting Penny a look. Penny beamed and happily placed her phone down, showing a picture of Slater and Benjamin.

"Those two," Zoren remarked calmly. "How much would it be for their freedom?"

Glenn arched a brow and glanced at the phone. But since Penny didn't move it closer to him, he cleared his throat and picked up the phone to check it. He didn't mind that they were bringing a phone. After all, there was no reception in this area, and there was no way they could make a phone call.

"Hmm..." Glenn hummed a long tune as he looked at the first photo of Slater. He narrowed his eyes before swiping to the right, revealing Benjamin's photo. He recognized the two; he'd just had a conversation with Benjamin, and even though Slater was unconscious, his pretty face was something one would easily remember.

Yet Glenn acted a bit confused. "I don't think I've seen them..." he hummed reluctantly, shaking his head from side to side. "They look good, though." After saying that, he leaned back and flashed them an innocent smile. "Sorry. They don't look familiar."

"How much?" was all Zoren's reply to that lame denial. "Give me the number."

knowing that denying Slater and Benjamin would only make

they don't look familiar to me, my men could probably tell me," he said knowingly. "However, it

repeat himself, raising his

about two hundred fifty million each?" Glenn dropped the price, the corner of his mouth curving up. This might be something Zoren could afford, but Glenn was certain it would hurt his pockets. After all, even though Zoren owned an

of Zoren's mouth curved

casting Zoren a look and seeing the frown on his face. 'Go, Renren! Negotiate! Show him what kind of businessman you are. Show him the corrupt side of

you trying to offend me?" Zoren returned, making both Penny and even Glenn furrow their brows. Zoren leaned back and rested his leg over the other, glaring at Glenn as if the latter

forcing a smile. "Mr. Doreen, I said my price, and I'm not the type to

about

Glenn," Zoren stressed, his

only ones care about. However, you're telling me their lives are only worth

eyes wide at him. Their faces twitched, contorting as

was what he

mind briefly blanked. If this was part of Zoren's plan to distract him, well, damn, it was working. Most people would be begging or stressing

offended

wondered to herself, calculating

her head low, counting her fingers. 'This is

shock. For many years since he started running this place, nothing ever fazed him.

just that filthy rich? That's five hundred million! Million! That's like a year's work in this place, but he just said it's too