"Elliot, I'm not asking for much," said Nathan. He could see that Elliot was slowly accepting the model of reality that he had submitted. "You make so much money a year. How can you spend it all?! Let me and your brother help you spend some. Don't worry. I know your face is important to you. We can keep the father-son relationship private. As long as you give me enough money every month, I promise not to bother you in the future."

Elliot's dangerous eagle eyes stared at the greedy old geezer in front of him.

They had not even done a paternity test yet. Before he got hold of the test results, he would never acknowledge this old geezer as his dad.

"How dare this old b*st*rd ask such things of me?!" Elliot thought.

"How much is enough money?" his voice was cold. He suppressed the disgust that welled within him.

He wanted to see how great of an appetite this old geezer had.

Nathan stretched out a finger on one hand and five fingers on the other. "Fifteen million dollars. You earn bil