Jessica lifted her chin and slammed the documents onto the table.
"Read carefully. This transfer agreement bears the boss's personal signature."
Sophia Sullivan didn't even glance up, her fingers lightly tapping the desk.
"Let Wesley Evans come negotiate in person."
Jessica's expression darkened instantly, her crimson nails digging into her palms.
"Who do you think you are, demanding the boss's presence?"
Sophia lounged deeper into the sofa like a cat basking in sunlight.
"Seems your hearing needs checking."
"This room belongs to Amy now!" Jessica pulled out a wad of cash from her wallet and threw it. "Get out within three days, or you'll be carried out horizontally!"
Bills scattered across the floor, some brushing against Sophia's clothes.
She casually flicked away the dust.
"And if I refuse?"
Jessica sneered, stomping on the fallen currency.
"Amy's business spans the Golden Triangle. Crushing you would be easier than squashing an ant!"
Before she finished speaking, the bundled cash was suddenly kicked up, striking her face with force.
The edge of a bill cut her skin, drawing blood.
Jessica touched her cheek, fingers coming away stained red.
"How dare you—"
Sophia twirled a butterfly knife that had appeared in her hand.
"Underground City rules state broken contracts require severed fingers."
The blade glinted coldly under the lights.
"Will you choose, or shall I let Amy decide?"
Enraged, Jessica swung a baseball bat toward her.
Sophia sidestepped effortlessly, wrist twisting.
CRACK.
The sound of dislocating joints mingled with screams.
Jessica collapsed to her knees, sweat soaking her collar.
"My hand... my hand!"
She struggled to pull out a dagger, thrusting toward Sophia's heart.
The butterfly knife traced a silver arc through the air.
CLANG.
The dagger clattered to the ground.
The knife's tip pressed against Jessica's throat.
A trickle of blood slid down her neck.
"Wait... I was wrong..." Jessica trembled violently.
Facing imminent death, she finally recognized the killing intent in Sophia's eyes.
"Enough."
Wesley Evans appeared at the doorway with bodyguards.
Sophia withdrew the knife, her heel grinding over the scattered money.
"Your subordinate claims you're giving my room to Amy."
Wesley glanced at Jessica's twisted arm, his smile unreadable.
"Just a misunderstanding."
The dark muzzles of guns behind him all aimed at Sophia.
Yet she merely bent to collect the fallen bills, folding them methodically.
"This room stays with me."
The butterfly knife clicked shut with crisp finality.
"Tell Amy—if she wants it, she'll pay with fingers."
Wesley rubbed his jade ring, suddenly laughing.
"Since neither will yield... let's settle ownership with a proper gamble."
This wasn't a suggestion.
It was an order.