Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 237

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 237**

**Chapter 237**

These men were clearly desperate outlaws, driven by a singular obsession: money. Nothing else mattered to them in this grim world they inhabited.

Forget a million; even ten million wouldn’t make Sydney falter for a heartbeat.

Tyson stood frozen, his instincts kicking in as he shot a glance at Scott. “Boss, does she really have that kind of cash?” he asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into his voice.

“I can add more,” Sydney interjected, sensing their wavering resolve. Her voice was steady, laced with an unyielding persuasion that filled the air around them. “If you tell me who hired you, I’ll throw in an additional 500,000 dollars. That totals a million.”

‘A million!’ Tyson’s eyes sparkled with greed, and several of his companions mirrored his astonished expression.

For the original deal of a mere 100,000 dollars, each of them might have managed to scrape together half of that at best. It felt like a fortune already. But now? A million loomed before them like a tantalizing mirage.

Even if their boss skimmed a hefty portion off the top, every man in this room could walk away with tens of thousands. For ordinary folk like them, that kind of money could change lives, could create futures. They had stumbled upon this job by sheer luck, and who could say if a second chance would ever come their way?

Scott’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of doubt creeping into his expression as he scrutinized Sydney. “You really have that kind of money?” he pressed, skepticism lacing his tone.

“I do.” Despite being bound to a chair, Sydney remained unflinching, her demeanor exuding an air of authority. Her voice resonated with a weight that seemed to fill the room. “Your client only instructed you to kill me, correct? You even brought gasoline. Were you planning to burn me alive?”

The men exchanged startled glances, their bravado faltering for a moment.

“And explosives, right?” she continued, her voice cold and unyielding. “One blast, and who would be able to tell if you killed me or simply let me go?”

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