A moment later, a deep voice drifted from a dilapidated warehouse to her right. The English was heavily accented, slightly broken, but loud enough to hear. "Miss Crawford certainly has guts. Coming out here all by yourself."
A massive silhouette stepped out of the shadows. It was a foreign man—blond hair, blue eyes, built like a tank. He was wearing a heavy black trench coat, casually puffing on a cigar. The cherry glowed violently in the dark.
Two absolute behemoths flanked him. Their faces were deadpan, their eyes screaming professional violence.
Danielle locked eyes with the blond man, her mind spinning.
She recognized him. She had seen him having dinner with Ella a while back.
At the time, she assumed he was just a standard overseas vendor. Now, she knew he was the puppet master.
"Who are you?"
Danielle demanded, her voice dripping with venom. "You dragged me out here by threatening my little girl?"
The man stopped a few feet away, looking her up and down with a predatory smirk.
He took a slow drag of his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into the chilling air.
"You can call me Mike. As for why you're here, Miss Crawford, I think you already know."
"I don't," Danielle fired back, her gaze unbroken.
"All I know is that you scumbags tried to bleed the market dry, and now that your little racket blew up, you're relying on cheap extortion. Real tough."
Instead of getting angry, Mike burst out laughing. He waved off the insult, sounding remarkably polite.
"I like a woman who cuts to the chase."
Danielle's voice was ice. "I built Ninesky with my own two hands, and I don't need charity. As for The Davidson Group, Alex and I hold the line together. Outsiders don't get a seat at the table."
"Thanks for the offer. Now get the hell out of my city."
"Looks like you want to do this the hard way, Miss Crawford."
The faux-politeness instantly evaporated. A murderous glint flashed in Mike's eyes as he tapped the ash off his cigar.
The two giants behind him took a heavy step forward, locking onto Danielle with lethal intent.
"I'll ask you one last time. Are we doing business, or not?"
"Because if we aren't, you, your daughter, and your beloved Alex... are all going in the ground."

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