"It was just two security guards…" Fang Liguo didn't want to discuss the matter any further.
In that moment, he grasped the true meaning of being cornered by circumstances. Sitting despondently on the sofa, he muttered in a subdued tone, "Today is already the last day. Once midnight strikes, the three-day deadline will expire."
"I don't believe that d*mn… girl. She really dares to expose Jiayi's plagiarism tonight!"
"Sigh…" Fang Liguo refrained from further commentary, letting out a sigh instead. He knew Fang Yuan's character all too well—she would undoubtedly carry out her threat when the time came.
At 9 PM, Fang Liguo's villa and shop remained unsold…
Master Qingyin's lawyer called. "Mr. Fang, if we haven't received your compensation before midnight, we will proceed as previously communicated and publicly announce that your daughter plagiarized Master Qingyin's work."
