Before Dean could respond, the little girl said again, "Grandpa, look at them..."

She pointed at Dean's bodyguard and said, "They look like puppets!"

Dean turned around to find his bodyguard being held at gunpoint, and another gun was pointed directly at him.

Terrified, Dean instinctively raised his arms. "What... What are you doing... I paid... I paid Holly Blanche 1.5 million... Is that not enough? How much do you want? Just... name your price... I will pay you right away!" he stuttered.

He did not want to die. He was going to make a lot more money and become the richest man in the world. He would surpass Avery, Elliot, and all of his friends.

Everyone who spoke his name would refer to him as a legend.

"Dean Jennings, did you ever stop and think that I'm not after money?" said a woman who was standing at the door.

'Holly' stood outside the door wearing a cold smile.

Dean sobered at the sight of her face.

It was no wonder she looked familiar, he had seen that face before an