The bartender squinted his eyes.
"I can give you a reasonable amount, on the condition that you let me go."
Her beautiful and heroic face remained calm and composed, exuding the aura of a powerful woman. In a steady and business-like tone, she said, "Since you know who I am, you'd better not mess with me. Take the money, and we'll forget about what happened today. This is a win-win deal. I can give you an anonymous card. Fifteen thousand is my bottom line."
The other two men were intimidated by her, showing some fear.
They didn't know Skye Lawrence's identity, only realizing her significance when the bartender mentioned it just now.
A woman like her, even if she is beautiful, would bring endless trouble if offended.
If they could easily get fifteen thousand dollars, it indeed wouldn't be a loss.
