Charles was upset because someone had interrupted his words. He gave Amelia a black look, “What's
going on? Why are you acting hastily?”
Amelia took a breath, “A man is standing in front of the door with a crowd of people. He is asking you to
hand his sister over to him.”
Charles and Dolores looked at each other for a split second. They could guess who was outside the
door in their hearts without saying a word.
“I'll go out and take a look. Don't you go out and stay here,” there were only a few people in the villa.
There was only Tom outside the door. Charles was afraid of hurting Dolores if conflict happened.
Dolores stood up. Could she avoid in the room if there was a conflict?
Moreover, she did not think that Lacey's brother was coming to save his sister. She was afraid that the
man was to blackmail for benefits after he knew his sister knew Charles.
“I believe there will no conflict as long as you are willing to pay.”
Dolores said sarcastically. She sneered at how there could be people like the Ward family in the world.
Charles was poker-faced. He had a countermeasure for dealing with this. He raised his head and
looked at Dolores, “I won't let you hurt in my place.”
He pushed his wheelchair to go out of the room after he finished speaking. Amelia silently followed
along and stole a glance at Dolores.
She felt that Charles was so good to Dolores.
Jordan brought a dozen of fair-weather friends who had always eaten, drank, and played with him to
Charles's place. He could not find Lacey, and he had managed to extract from his cousin that Lacey
knew Charles. That was why he brought these people and came to Charles to look for his sister.
Charles seldom appeared in public because of his legs. The people of White City had heard the name
of Charles and knew him. However, there were only a few people who had seen him. Jordan also had
heard of his name but never see him.
“Ask Charles to come out. I want to ask him about where he got my sister,” Jordan sat on the rims of
the fountain that was in front of the villa. He had a cigarette between his lips, and a crowd of punks was
standing right behind Jordan.
Charles heard the words when he arrived at the door. He looked glum. He pushed his wheelchair to the
door and said solemnly, “I'm Charles.”
Jordan saw Charles was in a wheelchair. He blinked and did not react for a moment.
“Ha! Ha! Charles White is a cripple. Some rumors about him are flying how powerful he is, but it turns
out he is just a cripple!” Jordan slapped his thighs and laughed loudly.
Dolores frowned and was shocked by Jordan's ignorance.
Charles was poker-faced and looked at Jordan, who was laughing there. He was somewhat familiar
with Jordan's face, and he seemed to have seen the face earlier.
He suddenly remembered the place where he had seen the face. He met Jordan in the elevator when
he came out of Lacey's house last time. Jordan had laughed at him for being a cripple at that time, so
Charles was impressed by Jordan.
Was he looking for Lacey that day?
“Tom, you're getting more inefficient now,” he remembered that he had asked Tom to send someone to
keep a watch on Lacey. However, Tom did not find anything about it.
Tom did not dare to contradict Charles and silently lowered his head. He only sent people to keep a
watch outside the housing estate. How could he know what was going on in the housing estate?
Jordan finished laughing at this time, “My sister is here with you?”
“She's in my place,” Charles agreed with him. It made Jordan did not know how to continue his next
words for a moment.
Jordan wanted Charles not to admit it so that he could ask Charles for Lacey in the name of her
brother. He could get some benefits from Charles if Charles did not hand Lacey over to him. However,
Charles had admitted it immediately. How could he ask for interests from Charles?
“So, where is my sister? Give me my sister, and I'll take her back home. If you think that my sister is
somewhat useful to you, I can sell her to you,” Jordan bit the bullet and asked.
Jordan was coming for money since Charles had deep pockets, and he was the richest man of White
City.
Charles's face became darker and graved. He gripped the arms of his wheelchair tightly. Very well
then. Charles could not believe Jordan would even sell a person.
“Deal!” Charles promised Jordan.
Jordan was elated by Charles's words. He did not expect Charles would promise him so quickly. He
laughed heartily, “You're such a generous rich man.”
The crowd of punks behind him echoed as well.
“So, how much do you want?” Charles got out of his bad mood and said indiscreetly.
Jordan became prudent when it came to money. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, “My sister
looks good and can work for you as well. Since you are willing to buy her, she means somewhat useful
to you, even if you're not like her. How about this? I sell her to you for one million yuan. She belongs to
you as long as you give me the money.”
Charles pretended to be not easy, “How can I believe you? Are your words any use? She is a person.”
Jordan was afraid that Charles would change his mind and replied quickly, “Don't worry, my words are
useful, and I have the final say in my family. She is nothing but a no-father wild child adopted by my
family. My family raised her since she was a child, and it's time for her to return us.”
“You use to ask her for money?” Charles asked inadvertently.
Jordan did not think much about it. A spoiled child was simple, even though he was shit, “It's quite all
right that I asked her for money since my family had raised her.”
Charles sneered at Jordan, who kept claiming that they had raised her.
Did they raise her?
Charles closed his eyes and controlled his emotions, “I want you to put it in writing for me.”
Jordan heard Charles's words that there was a hope to get money, “So, you will give me one million
yuan after I write a pledge for you?”
“For sure,” Charles said.
“Alright, I'll write it to you,” Jordan agreed with Charles without thinking anything.
“Tom, get him paper and pen,” Charles instructed.
Tom turned around and went into the house to get a pen and paper, and then he handed them to
Jordan.
Jordan seldom went to school to learn in the past. He started to be a street thug since he was in junior
high school. He did not know what to write with a pen and paper in his hands. He scratched his head,
“What to write in the pledge?”
“Tom, go and teach him what to write.”
Tom glanced at Charles and asked in a low voice, “What do you want him to write?”
Charles said blandly, “Human trafficking.”
Tom knew his thought which Charles wanted to have evidence that proved Jordan did human
trafficking.
Tom said, and Jordan wrote his words. All Jordan ever thought about was the one million yuan, so he
wrote whatever Tom said.
After ten more minutes, Tom handed the pledge written by Jordan over to Charles.
Jordan's handwriting was not as good as that of pupils, but it was good in content. Charles handed it
back to Tom, “Ask him to put his fingerprint on the pledge.”
Tom gave Jordan the pledge, “Put your fingerprint on the pledge.”
“How can I put my fingerprint on it without an inkpad?”
Tom spread his hands, “We don't have an inkpad. You can use blood instead.”
Jordan pale and pondered, “Whose blood?”
“You can leave now if you don't want the one million yuan. I have no time to spend with you,” Charles
purposely showed eagerness.
It was actually to shorten the time for Jordan to think.
The crowd of punks behind Jordan persuaded, “You can get one million yuan with only a little blood
needed. You only have to cut a small slit on your finger, and there is it.”
Jordan glared at the man who spoke, “Just a little blood? Why not you cut a small slit on your finger?”
Jordan said it on purpose because he did not want to hurt himself. He was afraid of pain.
Jordan knew that these people also cared about the money.
He could take them to have tasty food and strong drinks if he had the money.
“Use my blood instead, but you have to give me twenty thousand yuan when you get the one million
yuan.”
Jordan agreed without thinking anything, “Deal.”
Jordan thought, “I'll get one million yuan, and I still have nine hundred and eighty thousand left after
giving the man twenty thousand.”
The man broke his finger with his teeth and showed his finger in front of Jordan, “Here you go.”
Jordan stained his forefinger with blood and put his fingerprint on the pledge. He threw the pledge
paper to Tom, “Is it okay now?”
“Alright. I don't have one million cash now. I'll make a phone call and have someone send it over here,”
said Charles, and he took his phone out and dialed a call.
Jordan was excited and was planning what to do with the money, “I'll take you guys to go to the
restaurant for a meal once I get the money. After that, we go to Dark Night. I heard that there are many
kinds of hookers over there, Feel free to pick the best ones you like. It’s on me.”
Dolores spoke nothing at all but stood by the side quietly and watched the course of the matter. She
knew that Charles would not let Jordan off lightly.
Soon, the men, who sent the money, arrived at the villa. A dozen cars surrounded the place. More than
forty people got out of the cars one by one after the car doors opened, and they made a large circle,
with Jordan and the crowd of punks in the middle.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda