Connor paused for a long time, then hoarsely repeated his question: "How much do you need?"
"Lend me two million first, and I'll find Peter Barnes in the future... I'll definitely pay you back!"
Connor agreed, then hung up the phone.
He lay in bed. His head didn't hurt as much, his fever had gone down, and his stomach, perhaps because he'd been fed porridge, wasn't burning uncomfortably like the previous night.
Just last night, after receiving Cora Ginger's kindness and being cared for by her all night, Connor, who always repaid kindness, logged into his bank account and without hesitation transferred two million to her.
He got out of bed to get some water.
When he reached the living room, he suddenly stopped.
He remembered very clearly that he had originally been lying on the floor of the living room on the first floor last night.
But he woke up in bed!
