Chapter 149. Progressing Plans (2)

Third-Person POV

Seff abruptly changed his position in the chair to sit forward with his white eyebrows drawn together.

“Money cannot be fake.” Dymian focused his gaze on Jarvaldo. A vein ticked in his jaws as his rigid stare admonished for elaboration.

“Actually, boss, it sure can,” Jarvaldo insisted.

Seff choked raucously on the communion bread. He shook his head, trying to get out. “No. Not true.”

“This is the generation of vipers. Anything is possible in this era.” Jarvaldo snapped bitingly. “And that note is the latest edition.”

Dymian’s gaze was speculative. “How so?”

Seff swallowed, massaging his throat with a scowl because someone had played a nasty trick on them. “I’m going to find that cretin and stuff that note down his throat, and then I’m going to rip it out again.”

“Oi, calm down.” Jarvaldo nudged his head at Seff.

“Why? Because the culprit is going to hell?” Seff scoffed. “At least let me send him