The butler looked at Rong Tianshi, concerned that he might collapse right there. With red-rimmed eyes, he said, "Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to ask Madam about this matter. That agreement has a major flaw! The company that's supposed to buy your shares is nothing but a shell. I'm afraid… I'm afraid you might never get your shares back."
"That can't be! Wang Qing said I could retrieve some of my shares!" Rong Tianshi raised his voice.
"Sir, there's something you should know. Madam's younger brother had surgery today. I heard that the pre-surgery and post-surgery costs add up to over ten million. She didn't have the money before, so she'd been putting it off."
The butler's insinuation was crystal clear. Wang Qing had conspired with someone else to deceive him, just to get her hands on the money.
Choked, Rong Tianshi sprayed blood out of his mouth, his body shaking with rage. The butler frantically moved to call an ambulance, but Rong Tianshi stopped him.
