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I had zero doubt that Han would follow through on his threat.

Lau looked at his right-hand man with distaste –

Although I knew it was only because Han had said the word ‘clit’ out loud.

Lau’s disgust had nothing to do with the actual threat itself.

“I would prefer you tell me the truth,” Lau said as he loomed over me. “It would be far less bloody – and much more helpful tome.So far, everyone but Mr. Han thinks you’re a loyal employee who played Rosolini like a violin… and not a scheming little whore who tried to betray me. So I’ll repeat myself one more time. What did you and Rosolini get from Chaoxiang this morning?”

I sobbed.

Before I could answer, though, my phone rang.

Lau still held it in his hand, and he glanced down at the screen. “Speaking of our mutual friend…”

He held up the phone so I could see who was calling:

Roberto.

“Should I let you answer?” the old man mused aloud. “No… I don’t think you’re in any state to talk to him right now. Let’s see if he leaves a message.”

My stomach churned in fear. I was absolutely terrified of what Roberto might unwittingly reveal.

The three of us waited in silence until a chime let us know Roberto had left a voicemail.

Lau tapped the screen and played it.

Roberto’s voice, happy and hopeful, filled the room.

“Something’s come up, so I had to book a flight leaving Hong Kong tomorrow morning at 11 AM. I want you to go withme… and I just need to confirm you still want to come. We can talk about it tonight. I’ll see you at 10 o’clock.”

My heart hammered in my chest.

Roberto had actually meant everything he said…

And now I was about to betray him.

“How sweet!” Lau said with a benevolent smile. “He’s planning to spirit you away, just like in a fairytale. Butthatmeans he plans to accelerate the conclusion of his business. Do you know whyRosolini is in Hong Kong, Ms. Chan?”

“N-no,” I stammered.

I felt the blade of Han’s cigar cutter bite into my skin –

“He said he had some sort of business meeting with you and some other people, but they’re taking forever to get here!” I shrieked. “Please, I don’t know anything else!”

Lau nodded at Han, and his pet psychopath backed off.

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed.

Sensing that he had won, Lau gave me a smile. Not a grandfatherly one, but a smirk of triumph.

“I’ll tell you why he’s here: because he invested 50 million euros with me, and now he thinks he can demand it back just because he ‘needs’ it.”

I stared up at Lau in shock.

50 million euros?!

Lau continued. “I’ve done my best to stall him. You were useful in that endeavor –veryuseful. But if Rosolini plans to leave Hong Kong tomorrow morning, that means he has either given up on the money… which I don’t believe for a minute… or he has a plan toforceme to capitulate. Which leads us back to my original question. Tell me, Ms. Chan… what did Chaoxiang sell Rosolini?”

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