Charm City Clubhouse
The swarthy middle-aged man hung up the phone and walked to the man in front of him, saying in a low voice, "That little girl called Miss Carter. I've already had Miss Carter inform Constantine Stewart, and told him that if he doesn't show up, we'll tear up the ransom note."
The man sitting in the black leather chair turned around, his handsome face carrying a trace of devilish charm. Narrowing his eyes with interest, he asked, "Ignatius Leclair is still in the hospital?"
"Still there. It's said he almost lost his life."
The man chuckled faintly, shaking his head. That old fox would never do a losing deal. He hadn't planned on meeting this soon, but under the circumstances, he might as well spice things up a bit.
The man smirked and said, "Call Ignatius Leclair and tell him his woman is in my hands."
