The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 811 Save Me



But the bloody hand didn't disappear. Instead, it yanked hard, causing Nathan to stumble and crash to the ground.

"Help! Help! Somebody save me!" Nathan screamed, desperately trying to pull his trapped foot back. But the hand held on tight, like a sturdy vine, making it impossible for him to move.

"Hick, stop laughing and save me! Hurry!" Nathan was panicking, once again wetting himself in fear.

"Nathan, if I remember correctly, a moment ago you were adamant that there are no ghosts. You said there definitely aren't any on Golden Light Hill, only snakes! So, what's happening now? Have you run into a ghost?" Daniel taunted, clearly enjoying the show.

Daniel saw this as a teachable moment. Nathan was incredibly stubborn, and unless he encountered a truly life-threatening situation, he would never abandon his rigid beliefs. Daniel suspected that even in the face of death, Nathan would still be obstinate!

The first time Nathan encountered a ghost, Daniel saved him, but Nathan remained ungrateful and continued to deny the existence of ghosts. This time, Daniel intended to teach him a financial lesson: rescues come at a cost.

"Hick, stop wasting time and save me!" Nathan was genuinely terrified. He could feel the bloody hand dragging him towards the edge of the cliff. Below the cliff lay a sheer drop into the abyss. If Nathan were to fall, he would surely be shattered into pieces, reduced to a pulp.

"Nathan, I can save you, but it won't be free. We need to discuss terms," Daniel said cheerfully, showing no signs of urgency.

"Hick, you want to negotiate terms now? What terms could you possibly want? If you don't act now, that hand will drag me over the cliff and I'll die, smashed to bits!" Nathan yelled, his voice filled with desperation.

"Nathan, even if you do fall to your death, what difference does it make to me? Why should I worry? So, I've got time to negotiate. If you think you have plenty of time and that the bloody hand can't drag you off the cliff just yet, we can take our time discussing the terms. I believe in fairness-we need to come to a mutually satisfying agreement," Daniel explained, remaining unruffled.

"Hick, what terms do you want?" Nathan asked.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"There's no rush. Let me first ask Perry something." Daniel turned to Perry and asked, "Is Nathan really just a driver, with no other roles?"

"No other roles," Perry confirmed.

“So, he's a full-time employee with no side jobs?"

"If he dared take on any side jobs, I'd fire him immediately." “Alright, Perry, tell me, how much does Nathan make in a year?"

"All things considered, including his 401k, he earns around $100,000 to $200,000. He's been with me for years-loyal and hardworking. For a driver er he's paid very well. I'm a sentimental guy; I take good care of my employees and am never stingy with them," Perry explained.

Daniel nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to Nathan. "Alright, Nathan, here's the deal. For me to

save you, it's going to cost you.

Considering your annual salary

charge you a rescue fee of $20,000. Agree to this, and I'll pull you up."

Nathan gulped, his panic intensifying as he felt the bloody hand tugging him closer to the edge. He realized he had no choice. Begrudgingly, he nodded, "Fine! Just save me!"

Satisfied, Daniel finally stepped forward with a smirk on his face, ready to help Nathan out of the deadly grasp.

"Alright, let's get you out of this mess," Daniel said, preparing to rid Nathan of his ghostly tormentor.