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Het Grayson's voice grew heavy. "I..."

But before he could finish, Isabella snatched the phone away from him.

"Alright, alright, enough talk. Just transfer the money over already—otherwise, the Grayson Family is as good as done."

Het Grayson hung up.

Hiten stared at the phone in confusion. "What does that mean?"

Noah straightened up