Chapter 912 Using the Process of Elimination
She didn't really know Vincent, even though he had saved her life and she was super grateful.
But that didn't mean he could just throw out crazy demands.
"My deal's simple: ten grand and a week of your time," Vincent said, leaning back all chill in his chair. "Or, you know, you could just give me ten billion dollars."
Ava's face went serious. "I don't have ten billion dollars."
"No? Then it's ten grand and a week. If you can't do either, then I saved you for nothing, and I'll have to kill you." His voice was low and creepy, like something out of a horror movie.
His eyes were like a snake's, all sneaky and dangerous, making her shiver.
Ava suddenly felt uneasy. Was she just slow, or did Vincent flip the script too fast? Just a bit ago, he was taking bullets for her.
He even let her drive his car to leave and gave her a gun for protection.
But now, he seemed like a whole different person, all dark and twisted.
Ava stared hard into Vincent's eyes, trying to figure him out. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "You're not that kind of guy. No one risks their life for money. You took a bullet for me, so how could you kill me now? I don't get why you're saying this stuff, but I hope you get better soon."
With that, Ava got up from her chair.
"I'm not sticking around for this. Enjoy your meal. I gotta go; my son's waiting for me," she said.
Ava grabbed her bag from a nearby cabinet, pulled out a pen and a sticky note, and scribbled down her number.
"Here's my number. When you come up with a reasonable price, call me. I won't back out, but I can't give you ten billion dollars. Even kidnappers don't ask for that kind of money," Ava said.
She placed the note on the table and added, "I'm outta here. Thanks again for saving me. I'll catch a cab home."
With that, Ava turned and headed for the door.
Just as she was about to open it, a sudden noise made her jump.
Ava freaked out, stumbled back, and fell to the ground. She was shocked to see bullet holes near the door handle.
Her face went pale, sweat beading on her forehead.
She turned her head, trembling, and saw Vincent not far away, playing with a gun, a mocking smile on his face.
"Ms. Anderson, I gave you three choices, and you didn't pick any before trying to leave. That's not cool. You gotta choose at least one," Vincent said slowly.
Ava's legs felt like jelly. The bullets had just missed her by inches. It was clear Vincent did it on purpose, a warning shot.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and shakily got up.
"What do you want? All three of your options are nuts. How am I supposed to choose?" Ava asked, scared.
"Is it that hard? Just use process of elimination. Which one can you least handle?" Vincent said, walking towards her, the cold barrel of the gun suddenly pointed at her head.
Ava looked at him in terror. "Are you gonna kill me?"
