Chapter 87

When he turned to see Tracy, his face immediately changed, his whole face turned black, and his fierce eyes swept towards Tracy.

It's him, the handsome young rich childe in the picture, hugging and kissing me with his wife.

The flesh on Vincent's angry face kept shaking, but now it was not easy to attack, and he managed to squeeze out an ugly smile.

"Hello, director Li, thank you for taking care of Monica." the teeth clenched together, and the words seemed to come out of the teeth.

He held out his right hand to shake hands with Tracy. It was like teaching Tracy a lesson, but he was countered, like being clamped in a pliers. His whole body couldn't help shaking.

With this little body, you can compete with me.

Smiling with disdain, Vincent held back his anger, but thinking of the way he and his wife looked, he couldn't help warning: "boy, stay away from my wife, or you'll look good."

He seemed to give Tracy a hug when shaking hands. His left shoulder rested on Tracy's right shoulder. His mouth was close to Tracy's ear. The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear.

"Mr. Casso, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't pretend to be confused, boy, don't think I didn't know you were thinking about my wife. I've had this idea since I asked my wife to film for $5 million at the beginning. FK, you bastard, don't deny it, you've all been photographed..."

"Take pictures? Really. Show me."

"You... Fuck off... FK."

Tracy smiled happily. Vincent couldn't get the picture at all. The man found him and showed him the picture, but he didn't give it to him.

How did Tracy let pictures of him and Monica flow into other people's hands.

"Mr. Casso, if you're visiting, you've seen Monica now. Please leave. We'll start shooting right away. Your presence here will affect us. Well... If you're looking for trouble, I'll accompany you at any time. You can have a try."

Before Tracy's voice fell, there were two big men like iron towers in white and black. Renault and Bruce had blocked Tracy behind them. Their bright eyes stared at his every move, and Vincent would be subdued if there was any change.

"That's unreasonable." Vincent growled in a low voice. He wanted to educate Tracy, but when he saw the two men, he immediately withdrew his mind.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses. Vincent knows that he will have misconduct and must be difficult to go out. He regrets why he didn't find some people to come with him.

"Honey, you see, your director doesn't seem to welcome me," he said to Monica with an embarrassed face.

"Tracy has a point. You'll disturb the crew's work here. If there's anything, you can wait until the shooting is over." Monica's expression on her face is very cold. She looks at Vincent with a slight fluctuation in her eyes, but she recovers her calm immediately.

She didn't know what Vincent had just said to Tracy, but she knew that Tracy's behavior was helping her out.

She won't forgive Vincent so easily. No matter why he suddenly ran over, it's impossible for a bunch of flowers to ask her for forgiveness. She must be given a satisfactory answer.

Special soft egg.

Tracy gave Vincent specific sex in his heart, and the meaning of contempt in his eyes became stronger.

Monica finished, turned and left, didn't give Vincent a chance to continue talking, and went back to the crew to prepare for the next play.

Tracy walked past him and whispered, "coward, get out."

"Asshole, you wait for me."

"Oh, good. I'll wait."

Tracy turned and left, and Renault and Bruce consciously separated in front of them.

Vincent scolded angrily, took out his cell phone and dialed the person who showed him the picture.

Dog Man and woman, damn boy, I'm going to ruin you.

The phone was connected and a deep voice came from the opposite side.

"Mr. Casso, have you considered it?"

"Yes, I want those photos and give them to me."

"Yes, Mr. Casso. But you have to pay a small price."

"How much do you want?"

Vincent clearly understood the other party's meaning and asked in a deep voice. He was silent for a while and said, "1 million euros."

"What! You're blackmail, you're robbery..."

"You can refuse, Mr. Casso. If you can't accept the price, I'll hang up."

"Wait..."

One million euros is not a small amount for him. He has made a lot of money over the years, but he has also spent a lot and has not saved much money.

Moreover, his and Monica's accounts are managed separately. It's not hard for Monica to take out the money, but it hurts for him.

Hate gnashing his teeth, but he didn't know to refute the other party. He was tangled on his face. After thinking for a long time, he said ruthlessly, "I pay... 1 million euros. Where can I trade?"

"Tell me your location, and then call one million euros to the account xxxxxxxxx250. When you see the money, someone will deliver what you want to the door."

"What are you talking about? Isn't it a face-to-face deal? How can I believe you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is our way of dealing. You can choose to refuse. Of course, I won't give you anything without seeing the money. Goodbye, Mr. Casso. You can reconsider."

Bah, fuck off.

After hanging up, Vincent had the impulse to drop his cell phone, but he endured it. The other party seemed to be afraid that he didn't remember the account number, and sent him another text message.

A row of account numbers looked dazzling. Vincent couldn't call the other party a million euros at once.

He is not a fool. There is too much money. It is not easy for him to take it out. If he is cheated, he will lose a lot.

However, he is bound to get the things in each other's hands. He has figured out how to use these things to question his wife and deal with the annoying boy.

After struggling for a long time, I sent a text message.

"One million Euros can't be given to you at one time. I can give you a deposit of 100000 euros first. When I get what I want, I will pay the balance."

"I refuse this kind of transaction."

"200000 euros deposit."

“NO。”

"300000."

“NO。”

"500000 deposit... No, I don't want it."

"Well, put the money into the account as soon as possible."

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. 500000 euros can be called from his personal account immediately.

Although it still hurts, it's better than taking out a million. As for the balance, he will certainly not give it, and he will not let the other party get it easily.

At the same time when he finished the call, Renault called. After listening to the phone, he came to Tracy behind the monitor and whispered, "the target will pay for the photos."

"Oh? How much is he willing to pay?"

"500000 euros."

"Tut Tut, that's generous. We took the 500000 euros. Tell the people in Paris to investigate the two men who fooled around with Vincent, and then try to invite them to Sicily. Mr. Casso's 500000 travel expenses can't be wasted."