Chapter 264
Chapter 264:
“If only they had been harsher,” he mused.
Waldo harbored a deep resentment toward wealthy people, unable to bear the sight of anyone living a better life than his own. Fernanda was young and had secured her position through family wealth, effortlessly landing a role he couldn’t attain despite a lifetime of hard work. The injustice of it all ate away at him.
“Did you hear me?” The voice on the other end interrupted his thoughts, sounding impatient. “Transfer the money quickly p>
“Yeah, I heard you,” Waldo answered, annoyance edging his voice. “What took you so long with the photos p>
“We’ve been busy. You think you’re our only client?” the caller retorted sharply. “Your job barely pays anything. We prioritize the higher bidders. Stop wasting time and send the payment, or you’ll face consequences p>
After that, the line went dead.
Waldo was stunned, his irritation mounting. Initially, when he had reached out to this group, they had been upfront about their pricing structure: you would get what you paid for. The more you paid, the better the quality of the thugs.
Even so, opting for the cheapest package had still been a hefty outlay for Waldo. Since Fernanda was just a fragile young woman, he had assumed that even the most basic option, which included eight thugs, would be more than enough to handle her.
Thus, he had chosen the most budget-friendly option. He hadn’t anticipated such poor follow-up service from the thugs. However, the confirmation that the task was completed soon improved his spirits. He reopened the photos, reviewing them multiple times, each view bringing a twisted sense of fulfillment.
Upon arriving at Zero Degree, Waldo paused at the entrance, then pushed the door open with a deep breath. Inside, he was met with the sight of sparkling crystal chandeliers and sleek, polished marble floors. The patrons, clad in luxurious attire, radiated wealth in every aspect.
“Waldo p>
At the sound of his name, Waldo noticed Hamilton nearby.
“You’re looking sharp tonight,” Hamilton greeted him with enthusiasm, draping an arm around Waldo’s shoulders and smiling broadly. “Let’s go upstairs p>
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“Upstairs?” Waldo was taken aback. “Aren’t we staying in the main area p>
“I’ve got us a private room,” Hamilton said.
“Wow, it seems your investment is doing quite well,” Waldo said, patting Hamilton on the back, his voice tinged with a touch of envy. Previously, Hamilton had encouraged him to invest in the markets, but Waldo had been too cautious, fearing losses. Now, seeing Hamilton’s financial success, Waldo’s envy was hard to hide. Hamilton just chuckled, dismissing the tension as they headed to the third floor.
Hamilton opened a door and motioned for Waldo to go in first.
Inside, the room was completely dark. Just as Waldo was about to ask about the light switch, the door slammed shut behind him, sending a loud thud through the room. The abrupt plunge into darkness irritated his eyes, and he yelled out, “Hamilton! What the hell are you playing at p>