Chapter 1805

Clinton froze, stunned. He had expected Matthew to demand something outrageous—like scamming another target for more money or embarking on a deadly mission, such as infiltrating the Swindle Order's overseas hideout. Never in a million years did he think Matthew would ask him to stop scamming altogether. This was exactly what he had been desperate for. He had only gotten into the con game because he was drowning in student loans and online debts with no way out. From day one, he had wanted to escape that life, but it was too late—once in that world, leaving without losing a limb or worse was nearly impossible. Now, here was Matthew, handing him an antique worth 15 million dollars and demanding he quit scamming. It was not a demand—it was a lifeline, pulling him out of deep water just as he was about to go under. His vision blurred as tears welled up. "Matthew, you're my savior. I'll listen to you from now on. Just say the word, and I'll walk through fire for you." Matthew patted h