“Everything seems to be fine after I went to Las Vegas and Hong Kong, but now, we‘ve gathered one


    important piece of information...”


    “These people woulde for my close ones just to kill me.”


    “Right now, Mandy‘s their best target.”


    “I need to give them the wrong impression. They need to know that I‘m scared.”


    “They‘ll start to think that I was forced to divorce Mandy. They’ll even think that there‘s a huge gap


    between us after what happened in Las Vegas and Hong Kong. I‘m sure everyone who‘s targeting me


    will be very happy to hear this,


    no?”


    “Only then will the cracks in Las Vegas and Hong Kong start to show...”


    Tyson froze.


    “I get it now. But, about Mordu...” Tyson began quietly.


    “Give Ethan a call. Tell me that he‘s in charge of the Zimmer family‘s safety.”


    “He‘s a God of War. He should be able to deal with something this small,” Harvey exined.


    “Another thing. Get me a visiting card.”


    “I‘ll go see Las Vegas‘ first–inmand, Paul Mendoza himself, tomorrow.”


    Twelve at midnight, inside Fortune Warehouse.


    This ce had years worth of history, but it had already gone out of business dozens of years ago due to


    the location of its establishment.


    After Old Marshall, the one in charge of the warehouse passed away a few months ago, nobody stopped


    by. There were even rumors of the ce being haunted.


    In the dead of night, a few vans with Las Vegas, Hong Kong, and Country H licenses parked in front of


    the warehouse. The doors of the vehicles opened.


    A dozen burly men in suits hurried out. They showed full alertness of their surroundings, their faces cold.


    They were clearly trained men.


    They quickly spread out ording to a specific rhythm, focusing on their tasks at hand.


    Just then, a man with a square face led the group of burly men forward. He waved his hand before


    kicking down the warehouse door.


    Bang!


    The warehouse was dimly lit. Panicked whimpers sounded from deeper inside.


    Lilian sat there, bound and blindfolded.


    She was handcuffed, lying on an old and worn mattress. All of her limbs were locked tight, and they


    looked to be in pain.


    The man with a square face walked forward, his face expressionless. He yanked out the cloth that was


    stuffed in Lilian‘s mouth.


    “Don‘t kill me! Don‘t kill me, please!”


    “My name is Lilian Yates! My daughter‘s the head of the ninth branch in the Jean family! Just ask if you


    want money! She‘ll give it to you!”


    “As long as you let me live, you can have as much money as you want!”


    Lilian, who loved her life as much as she loved money, was fine with sacrificing her wealth if it


    meant regaining her freedom.


    “Do you really have that much money?” The man asked calmly at Lilian‘s panicked outburst.


    “I don‘t, but my daughter does!”


    Lilian‘s overbearing attitude was nowhere to be seen. She was desperately trying to please her


    captors.


    “Please, just let me go!”


    “If you do, you can have even billions of dors!”


    “I don‘t know what you people do, but with this money, you can all run free! You can do as you please


    wherever you want!”


    “I don‘t even know what you look like! I don‘t even know where to look for revenge after you let me go!


    This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    You don‘t have to worry about a thing!”


    “B–but if you kill me, my daughter will stop at


    nothing to find you! Even if you‘re not scared of her, you should at least be fearful of the Jean family


    behind her! R–right?”


    “That‘s one of the top ten families, after all!”


    Now that she was involved in a life–and–death situation, Lilian‘s mind was as clear as day. She


    alternated between bribes and threats, trying her best to appeal to them.