"Are these your final words?" Kylie sneered. "I'm afraid you can't get much money even if you're killed."

Ken snorted, "I'm not dumb, and I'll do it in a few days. Remember not to cause me any trouble."

The room wasn't big, and Ken must have smoked a lot, so there was a strong smell of tobacco smoke in the room.

And Kylie hated it.

"I won't let you risk your life." She walked to Ken and took the lit cigarette in his mouth away, then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Ken beamed, "You care about ...