Zhuo Junyue clutched the phone, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in his voice, "Are you sure you have my wife?"
"Mr. Zhuo, I saw the news about a substantial reward," the caller said.
"As long as it's my wife, money is not an issue."
The caller, a man, added after hearing Zhuo Junyue's words, "Mr. Zhuo, you better get here quickly. She's not in good shape, she's been injured quite badly. I'm afraid the doctors here might not be able to save her."
"Alright, I'm on my way."
He didn't know if the information was true, but after so many days, this was the first lead related to Su Ningyan's whereabouts. How could he not be excited?
As long as she was alive, that was all that mattered.
After hanging up, the man revealed a wicked smile. "Boss, Zhuo Junyue is on his way. Do you think he will fall for it?"
