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 inste