They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 6: The Refusal

Jack didn't just say no. He picked up the check, ripped it into four pieces, and threw it in Vane's face.

"Get off my property," Jack growled.

Vane didn't flinch. He calmly brushed the paper scraps off his lapel. "A predictable emotional response. Unfortunate."

Vane walked to the door, opening it to the night air. He stopped on the threshold. "Check your home insurance policy, Mr. Miller. I believe accidents in old farmhouses are... quite common."

He closed the door. Jack locked it, his heart hammering against his ribs. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, his hands shaking.

Crash.

Glass exploded inward. A brick sailed through the kitchen window, shattering the silence and the vintage mason jars on the counter. Jack dove to the floor, covering his head.

He crawled toward the brick amidst the shards. Wrapped around it with a rubber band was a note.

LAST WARNING.