Kenny slid another list across the table, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Since you’ve already admitted to making those investments, I’m guessing you can read this list too? These people are wanted by Interpol. They’ve been running illegal businesses all over the world. Someone reached out to me a while ago, asked me to cooperate, and hand them over.”
The very first name was Baily’s eldest grandson. Kenny had honestly worried Baily would deny everything, but to his surprise, Baily was facing it head-on. Somewhere along the way, the old man had found some guts.
Baily listened in silence, then picked up the second list. As he read, his expression changed. He shot up from his chair, eyes blazing.
“Kenny, do you really plan to hand them over? If you refuse, no one can touch them. You know that.”
“Baily, you’ve already admitted it. Why keep asking? I can’t go against international law. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, and don’t leave everyone out there waiting. People are busy.”
A slow smile spread across Kenny’s face. He didn’t have to bite his tongue anymore. It felt good, finally getting a little revenge.
“Kenny! You—”
Baily’s face had gone dark with anger. Kenny just chuckled, stood up, and clapped his hands for the people outside.
“Alright, you can come in. Baily’s given his consent.”
Baily slumped back into his chair, completely at a loss for words. He couldn’t argue—if he protected his grandson, he’d go down himself. Kenny had cornered him perfectly.
From outside, Jarrett’s angry shouts echoed through the hall. Kenny sat back down across from Baily, his grin only growing brighter.

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