Sinacore POV.
I was being coerced and blackmailed by none other than an elderly couple.
Half a million dollars. My blood started boiling at the thought. Where did Lisa and Charles get the audacity to threaten me? How could they even dream of coming up with this get-rich-quick scheme?
Need fuels greed, I remembered Brad’s warning. Cynthia seemed to be an exception to that rule. Her parents, evidently, were not.
And they were shameless enough to admit it, too. Just before hanging up the call, Lisa mocked me and said, “All thanks goes to you, Sinacore, for enabling us to dream of a huge payday. Had it not been for your fondness of my daughter, we would have never dreamt of bagging five hundred grand in hard cash. I hope she has been as lucky for you as she has been for us.”
They laughed like wolves and hung up, leaving me fuming at my mouth in rage, and Brad in turmoil and anxiety.