Ye Anhao's legs began to weaken. She didn't know what the man had given her to eat, but the fear in her heart was expanding bit by bit. She quietly told herself that it was crucial to stay calm at moments like this.
"Sir, don't act rashly! Someone of your status surely wouldn't want to go to jail, right? As long as you stop now, it's not too late for everything!" Ye Anhao tried to keep her voice composed. The wealthy have too much; they're afraid of losing even more.
"Jail?" The man's laughter grew louder. "Miss Ye, you're really too naive. Since I have the means to lure you here, naturally I have the means to clear myself of any charges. You don't need to worry about that. Now, you should be concerned about what's going to happen next."
