Four men stood at the suite door. The leader was Cordon Abrams, a burly man with a crew cut. He grabbed Andrea by her hair and yanked her back inside.

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Andrea pleaded.

But Cordon laughed coldly as he picked up the bag, letting all the money fall to the floor. "Really? Did he give you all this money just because you're pretty, then?"

Then, he turned to Felix, who was sitting on the couch. "You seem to have a lot of money. Why not spend it enjoying women instead of asking about things you shouldn't know?"

Felix remained calm as he said softly, "Looks like you put a listening device on her. You really don't give her any freedom. But with all my money, are you sure you want to mess with me?"

To his surprise, Cordon laughed. "You must be from out of town. Do you really think money makes you special? If you had the chance to ask about Mr. Lazaro's reputation in this city, you wouldn't talk like that.

"We've dealt with plenty of rich guys like you,