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."

face still bore a faint smile as she spoke

"What game are you

million?" Tina continued, unruffled.

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

"One hundred million!"

fortune they could never earn in a lifetime. The thought to agree nearly escaped him, but recalling the ruthlessness of their organization, he shivered, then barked, "My patience

offer. Take

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

started, suspicious. "Do you even have that much

Tina confessed, her bank account didn't hold that

darkened, but she continued, "My

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

Jared,

lips quirked. "No

addressed the

transfer now!" he blurted out before

smiled brilliantly, instructing Jared, "Mr. Farrell, please make

man, his

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

demeanor softened, and even his scar seemed to have smoothed over. He pocketed his dagger, his men lining up like waiters, bowing and grinning at Tina. "Thank you for the two hundred million. We'll take our

vanished as quietly as they had appeared, the scarred man even leaving Tina his

to where they had disappeared. "Since when do hitmen break the