President Shen's office at the Shens.
Shen Heng's face was iron blue as he shouted into the phone, "I don't have fifty million, I've told you already."
"President Shen, if you don't have fifty million, someone else is willing to pay me fifty million. As long as I produce the original will, this matter has nothing to do with me anymore." Having cooperated for so many years, Jiang Qi naturally wouldn't easily believe a stranger's words; he still wanted to gain benefits from Shen Heng.
"Who is that person?"
"Shen Wanxing, the young mistress of the He family. She found me. Since last night, I've been pressured by the debt collectors. President Shen, I'm at my wit's end, I need fifty million! If you don't give it to me, I'll hand over the original will to Shen Wanxing."
Shen Wanxing!
Shen Wanxing, always Shen Wanxing!
Why won't this catastrophe leave me alone!
Why must she cling so tenaciously to the Shens!
