Chapter 163
After a few minutes, Calliope was almost out of patience. It took the group a while to come to a decision. Peter, looking defiant, spat on the ground and said to Calliope, "Since you're so ruthless, I'll let you off today."
"Who do you think you're letting off? Make it clear, or we'll keep cutting you with the knife!" Mia, hearing Peter's arrogant words, got angry. Taking advantage of Calliope's upper hand, her words were also a bit exaggerated.
"Are you guys going to negotiate or not?" Peter frowned, displeased with Mia's words. He already felt humiliated, and Mia, knowing he was in a tough spot, was still causing trouble. It was like she was benefiting from his misfortune.
Calliope frowned, leaned down, and told Mia to let her handle it. Mia obediently kept quiet.
"Of course, we need to negotiate. Since we came here, it's to discuss with you. As long as you're willing to delete the source files on the computer, everything is negotiable," Calliope said calmly.
"Ten million dollars. You buy these source files for ten million dollars!" Peter responded straightforwardly.
Mia, hearing Peter's words, was furious and cursed at him, "Ten million dollars! Peter, you really have no shame. Why don't you just rob a bank? You won't make that much money in hundreds of years."
"I think I can get that money very soon, not even needing a day," Peter said, grabbing the computer, opening a webpage, and linking a video. He shoved it in front of Calliope, "See for yourself. If you don't agree and keep causing trouble, I'll send this video out immediately. I've already thought of the title: 'John's daughter, Sylvester's sister, in a group sex video and photos!'"
Calliope glanced at it. Peter wasn't joking. With just one click, the entire nation would see it.
"How about it? See it? Now you choose. Do you want Mia to become famous, or do you want to pay? It's all up to you," Peter said, looking at Calliope's grim face, his finger hovering over the send button, ready to press it at any moment.
Seeing Peter, Mia got nervous again, grabbing Calliope's arm and asking what to do.
But ten million dollars! Before leaving, Calliope had asked Mia how much that sports car was worth. If they had asked for a million dollars, she could have tolerated it and given it to them. But these people were asking for ten million dollars. Even robbing a bank would be tough.
"Isn't ten million dollars a bit too much?" Calliope frowned.
"Too much? Ten million dollars for Mia's reputation. The Moore family has assets worth billions. You can't spare this little amount?" Peter sneered.
"No deal. Since we can't agree, let's not talk. Do whatever you want with those things," Calliope said nonchalantly, waving her hand. She had figured out their game. They just wanted money. If they didn't get it, they probably wouldn't dare to release it. If they did, they wouldn't get any money and might even lose their lives.
But Mia didn't think so. Seeing Peter's serious demeanor, she held onto Calliope, not letting her leave. She couldn't accept it. If those photos and videos were released online, she wouldn't be able to live.
Idiot! Is the Moore family's gene really that bad? Calliope was helpless with Mia's actions. She should have briefed Mia before coming.
But now, it's like buying something. If you show you're eager to buy, who would lower the price?
Meanwhile, outside in the hall, Sylvester and Robert also arrived at the bar.
"I say, you haven't come out to play for a long time. Why did you think of inviting me today?" Robert, with two women on his arms, followed Sylvester to the private room.
"Less talk, we're here to drink. Just enjoy yourself!" Sylvester said, walking ahead.
These days, he was feeling very stressed. The company's issues and Calliope's attitude were suffocating him. He could only come to places like this to relax.
As they approached the private room, Sylvester saw his security guards standing outside the opposite room. These two were personally assigned by Sylvester to protect Calliope. Why were they here now? Seeing them, Sylvester was full of doubts.
Sylvester thought for a moment and walked up to them, "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, Mr. Moore."
Seeing Sylvester in front of them, the two guards were so nervous they stuttered.
"What are you doing here? Where's Calliope?" Sylvester frowned, asking casually.
The two bodyguards, hearing this, didn't know what to say. Calliope had instructed them not to tell anyone about today's events. Listening to the boss is a basic rule for bodyguards, right?
"Mr. Moore, Mrs. Moore instructed us not to say anything," they said, looking at Sylvester fearfully.
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