"Ma'am, should we send the bill to them?" asked a tall man with red hair as he passed her a clean handkerchief.
Lee Ya took it from him as she replied, "No, I know he has a very important shipment worth twice the price of my shit. Hijack it tomorrow as reimbursement and compensation for pain and suffering."
"Yes ma'am," he replied.
Meanwhile, Luo Muchen's grip on Qie Xieling's arm remained unyielding as they stood inside the cramped elevator. Seeing how angry their boss was his men didn't dare get in with them. They wisely chose the stairs.
The air in the elevator grew thick with tension, making it difficult for Qie Xieling to catch his breath. He could feel the raw anger radiating from Luo Muchen, his once gentle touch now transformed into a vice-like grip.
"You can let me go," he mustered the courage to speak, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and resignation. "I won't run."
