Brandon was furious. Just as he was about to question the landlord again, the call was suddenly disconnected.
"What's going on? Did something happen with the urn?" Faith quickly asked her husband.
"The landlord said someone went there last night and took the urn!" Brandon replied.
"Took it? What about our fifty million? If the urn is gone, how is that dead girl supposed to give us the fifty million?" Faith was now panicking. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. "Wait, could it be that dead girl had someone take the urn?"
Brandon frowned and picked up his phone, dialing Rachel's number.
A few seconds later, Rachel answered. "What's up?"
"Rachel, I've been thinking. After all, we're father and daughter. No matter what, we're still connected by blood. About the fifty million we discussed yesterday, if you really can't come up with it all at once, how about you give me half for now? I'll tell you where your mother is buried."
