Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1949

There was a dimly lit office on the other side of the underground arena. It belonged to Fat Jim, who loved the dark.

At that moment, he held a cigar while shaking his legs on the table. The vinyl player was broken, but that did not stop him from smiling.

The case of cash in front of him was the source of his happiness. He didn't calculate how much money there was, but he knew it was the amount that made him happy. He didn't care who the person trading with him was. All he knew was that it didn't matter if Morpheus died-his profit was endless.

Earlier.

"Kill Morpheus."

That was the first thing the mysterious man said as soon as he came in.

Fat Jim was stunned at first, thinking that the man had come to the wrong place. Just when he was about to get his men to chase him out, the man placed the case agilely on the table.

The cash in the case made one fall into a daze.

Fat Jim frowned. "What's this..."

"You're the boss of this underground arena. You call the shots for who lives and dies." The man chuckled. "I'll give you more if this isn't enough to buy Morpheus' life. Name your price."

Fat Jim picked up a stack with his chubby hand. The cash was new-there was a smell of ink, a smell that would charm one's heart.

"You underestimated me, sir." Fat Jim tossed the cash back into the case. "I won't betray my buddy!"

"You consider Morpheus your buddy?" The man smirked. "Don't go blowing your own trumpet."

Fat Jim's eyes dimmed, and he smiled slyly.

"Morpheus' life is valuable." Fat Jim scoffed. "He hasn't made enough money for me, so how would I bear to let him die? Do you think a case of cash is enough to buy the life of the slayer of the boxing ring?"

"I told you to name your price." The man's voice was cold, "There are fighters everywhere, but you won't find the opportunity to make fast money lying around!"

Fat Jim glanced at him. The man had a cold bearing, and his skin was terrifyingly fair.

Morpheus was cold, as well as intimidating. However, he was a gunpowder barrel beneath the snow mountain that could explode at anytime.

This man was different. He was like a millennial corpse, a cursed mummy. People would get a fortune for getting close, but they might die, too. Nevertheless, Fat Jim loved money more.

What was one's life even? Even more so when one was living in Flinge, lives were cheap.

Fat Jim chuckled coldly after falling into a long silence. He closed the case and looked into the man's eyes as he uttered, "Deal!"

"This is my contact number." He left a note. "Call me anytime you want more money."

"Okay."

"I don't only want his life. Most importantly, make him lose his reputation! You get what I mean, right?"

Fat Jim nodded while giggling. There were endless ways to ruin a person in this place. It was a cakewalk. Fat Jim smiled. "But sir, people have no reputation to begin with here. Ruining him... It's meaningless." "It's meaningless to you." The man tidied his collar casually, "But to me, it's enough for her to see that."

"Who?"

The man scoffed and did not respond. "Also, I need you to get rid of a person for me."

"What?" Fat Jim was stunned. "You'll have to pay me more for that!"

The man said nothing and merely clapped. Soon, someone brought a tied man in. He was kicked and fell onto the floor in a kneeling position. He wanted to struggle, but the man pulled his hair and smashed his head on the floor!

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