Mu Anran was pressed firmly against the table, completely unable to move.
Behind her, Wang Ming, his eyes already red, was about to tear off her pants when he suddenly heard Mu Anran speak loudly:
"Isn't it just money you want? If you release me, I can give you one million. You'd only get half a million from selling me, but if you let me go, I guarantee I won't call the police."
Her voice trembled as she fought for her last chance at survival.
Wang Ming, originally driven by greed, froze in his actions at the mention of "one million."
Mu Anran obediently lay on the table, "Hebe, you kidnapped me for money first, and for revenge second. But there's one thing, cough, cough… one thing that you haven't considered. Zhu Dachang is one of the richest men in C city, and he became a cripple without any news leaking out. Don't you find that curious?"
Hebe was taken aback and suddenly stood up, "What are you trying to say?"
