Jonathan Allen's unremarkable face was full of caution as he took the photo from Glades Horne's hands once more, carefully putting it away, and assuring him, "Don't worry, Young Master. If any of my people leaks even half a word, I will come to you and admit my guilt, submitting to whatever punishment you deem fit."
Glades Horne's predatory eyes curved slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he gazed at Jonathan Allen. He responded gravely, "I trust you. As for the payment, I will have Ruiz transfer half of it to your account later. The other half will be paid upon completion of the task."
Upon hearing this, Jonathan Allen's mouth split into a grin. Those who dabble in the underworld also value money. He wouldn't spout righteousness; if he needed money, he would openly display his desire for it. This authenticity was precisely why Glades Horne was willing to sit down and "discuss cooperation" with him.
