Archie Lockwood suppressed his emotions. His expression grim, he spoke again, "Bishop..."
"Come with me." With a stern expression, Harold Bishop glanced at Archie Lockwood. He rose to his feet, uttered the cold words, and walked away.
Archie Lockwood followed Harold Bishop.
In the study, Harold Bishop pulled a black leather suitcase from under his desk. He set it on top, tapped the case twice, and said, "There's twenty million in here."
"Bishop, what is this...?" Archie Lockwood's expression soured, his brows knitting together tightly.
Harold Bishop sat in the chair behind his desk, his expression grave. "I know Eleanor took a considerable amount of money from you," he said in a low voice. "For now, this is all I can come up with. I'll find a way to pay back the rest."
"Bishop, you must have some misunderstanding. I only came today hoping to see Eleanor. I have no other intentions." 'Do I look like someone who came to demand money? Or do I look like I'm short on cash?'
