Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 110: Money Solves All Problems

Hayden and Nathan also snapped into action, spinning on their heels to back Tina and Jared, their faces etched with vigilance as they stared ahead. Within the next breath, ten figures clad in black emerged from the trees, front and back, encircling the four in a pincer move.

The leader, a scar gracing his left cheek and deftly twirling a military dagger, looked at Tina coldly. "You're Tina Reed?" he asked.

Her eyes lifted slightly, her voice serene. "Yes."

"Then give me the thing!" The man's voice was dark, edged with sharpness. "I advise you to do as I said, or tonight shall mark your end."

The other black-clad figures drew their weapons, poised for attack, awaiting only their leader's command.

Jared and the others tensed, looking for a chance to strike a preemptive attack.

Tina's gaze remained on the speaker, her eyes a deep pool reflecting a flicker of light. "How much are they paying you?"

"What?" The scarred man faltered.

"How much is my life worth?" she asked again, her tone as casual as if discussing the price of vegetables in the market.

The scarred man glared at her, his patience wearing thin, a cold light flickering in his eyes as if he might strike at any moment.

Tina's lips curled slightly. "What's wrong? Afraid to say?"

Frowning, the man seemed provoked by Tina's taunt. "Ten million! Stop the nonsense. I don't want to harm a young girl. Hand it over, and I'll be on my way."

a faint smile as she spoke earnestly. "Would fifty million entice you to betray

wary. "What game are

unruffled. "To buy

think you can bribe us with money? Dream on. We would

"One hundred million!"

earn in a lifetime. The thought to agree nearly escaped him, but recalling the ruthlessness of their organization, he shivered, then barked, "My patience is limited, hand

"Final offer. Take the money and

won't get what you want, nor can you kill me. And your organization

can sow discord..." He started, suspicious. "Do you even have

confessed, her bank account

darkened, but she

"Mr. Farrell, lend me two hundred million. I'll pay you back in

Jared, Hayden, and

lips quirked.

his agreement, Tina addressed the scarred man again. "Well?

the transfer now!" he blurted out before she

Jared, "Mr. Farrell,

scarred man, his voice

exposure of his details but the temptation of two hundred million was too great. He reported a Bitcoin account, a common and discreet method

pocketed his dagger, his men lining up like waiters, bowing and grinning at Tina. "Thank

as they had appeared,

they had disappeared. "Since when do hitmen break the code so easily? Bought off just