Chapter 43

Zaki Al-Ellison's laughter echoed through the shop, sharp and jarring. He looked Tariq Murad up and down, his gaze lingering on Tariq's simple attire before settling on the quiet, pale girl at his side. "What did you just say? Four hundred thousand?" Zaki stepped forward, his lip curling. "Bro, there should be a limit to your act. I think what you're wearing isn't even worth three hundred. Oh, right, and with that blind daughter of yours, you two wouldn't even add up to four digits. Forget...