Robert Thomson nodded, swiveled his chair around, lit a Winston cigarette, and took a deep drag.
Since they were getting married, perhaps, he really should learn more about Emma Smith's past!
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Bank.
"Mrs. Smith, here is your 300,000."
In the VIP reception room, the receptionist handed several large bundles of cash, stack by stack, to Emma Smith.
Each stack of money was 10,000, neatly bound with paper, totaling thirty stacks. Emma carefully placed all the money in her personal handbag. The weight of 300,000 in cash was somewhat heavy. Carrying it in her arms was like carrying an "unbearable burden of life." In any case, this money could save Tommy's life, making it indeed an "unbearable burden"!
As soon she stepped outside and hailed a taxi, her cell phone suddenly rang!
Emma glanced at the screen—it was a call from Andrew Lee!
She suddenly had a terrible premonition, as if a dark cloud had drifted into the previously bright and sunny sky!
