"Dad, I, I..." In the study of a high-end apartment in Northern Mountain City, a young man's voice, filled with pain and self-reproach, came through the phone.
"You rotten kid, what in the world happened?" Hua Zhinan's father, Hua Ming, had built Jinnan Jewelry with his own two hands. He was capable and remarkably steady, a man who had long reached the stage where he never let his feelings show. But now, his face was ashen. The veins on the hands clutching the phone bulged as he took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Boss Hua, you know the rules. A gambler pays his debts. Please transfer the fifty million as soon as possible," a sinister chuckle echoed over the line. The tone was deeply unsettling. "Remember, you only have three days. Otherwise, we can't guarantee your precious Young Master's safety."
