"No need, Mr. Zeller. Since Ms. Jamison sent me here, your business is my business," Yadiel said smoothly.

Felix frowned. "I wasn't asking you. Give me your account number."

"Son of a—" Yadiel silently cursed, biting back his irritation. His patience had limits, but he decided it was not worth the argument. With a sigh, he rattled off the numbers.

Felix tapped away on his phone, and a moment later, Yadiel's own device buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw a deposit notification—five million dollars.

"Mr. Zeller, what's this for?" he asked.

Felix answered casually, "That G-Wagon parked in the alley is yours, right? Five million dollars should be more than enough to upgrade to a G63. Go get yourself a new one."

Yadiel was not entirely sure what Felix was playing at, but he had to admit that this level of generosity did make him feel a little better.

Now that was more like it. Eunice didn't have total leverage over him, after all. Business should be a two-way street—that was ju