Charlotte Green tightly clenched her fists, betraying her fury, yet she didn't show it outwardly. Instead, she found a seat, picked up the evidence from the coffee table, and started examining it one by one.
The truth was—her father had staged his own kidnapping.
Upon realizing that many people were searching for him after his simple disappearance, he orchestrated this fake kidnapping to extort a large ransom.
She had been frightened and worried for so long, and even though her elder brother had warned her, and she knew it might be false, she had still committed without looking back. But what had she gotten in return?
And this father of hers, even though he had deceived her, showed no sign of repentance, no hint of guilt, and still had the gall to demand she tell her Uncle that the hundred million was rightfully his?
Disheartened and thoroughly chilled to the bone, the feeling of utter despair was no worse than a heart completely dead.
