“Little brat, talking to me like that… You think you’re so tough because daddy owns the marketplace, huh?”
Meir sank to his knees, a broken man. He had lost everything. His friend, his money, his reputation, and mostly importantly, his beloved daughter
“You’ve got the eye patch, you’re the kidnapper!” Adin bellowed, jabbing his finger into the man’s face. “Where are you hiding her?”
“And no unnecessary bloodshed!” Meir added hastily. “Don’t hurt anyone unless you have to. Our mission is to rescue my daughter”
“Money isn’t a concern!” Meir said angrily. “I’ll pay each one of you so much money you won’t know what to do with it! Just help me get my daughter back!”
“Prepare Rus’s favorite cake, please!” Meir called to the butler. “The poor thing will be hungry when she returns. I’ve kept her waiting for much too long!”
