"That's You Shou. Alternatively, you can call him Mr. Wright," Vincent muttered. "Because he's Timmy's right-hand man."
"Who's Timmy?" Raymond said.
"The one I owe money to." Vincent had a bitter look on his face. "Along with everything else, but mostly a million dollars."
It was like this. Back when Vincent had nothing, he'd met Timmy Chen, who was at the time someone he thought was a friend. They did odd jobs together, and Vincent borrowed money from him.
With money and resources, he could do anything. If you asked him, it was worth it, every sweet cent. But now Timmy wanted it back. He wasn't running a charity, after all.
Vincent wouldn't mind, as long as he had time. Like he kept saying, he'd do it. He kept his word. He just never said how long it'd take.
"A million dollars. That’s how much I owe."
"What?"
Vincent stared at the ground.
Raymond said, "Well, tonight I saved you."
Vincent looked at him blankly. "He wasn't actually going to do it." He cussed. "That was all I had. He took all I had!"
Swearing, he left.