"Why aren’t you speaking?" the other party asked mockingly. Monica Usher’s face turned pale. How is she still alive??? Can’t hang up the phone. Hanging up means it’s over. So, Monica steadied her mind, "What do you want?" "Good question." The other party laughed, "Didn’t expect you to be so straightforward, just like when you were a kid." "What exactly do you want?!" Mentioning childhood made her emotions unstable, "Tell me, I’ll satisfy whatever you want!" From the opening talk she realized, this was all about money. "Five million." The tone was bland, but with an uncompromising attitude. "I don’t have that much money." Monica couldn’t be trapped all at once, "I only have one million, do you want it?" Just give it directly? The other party had actually asked for too much, and she figured Monica would have spent millions on the designer, probably wouldn’t have any money left. "Fine, I’ll send you an account number, you transfer it yourself." "Not today," Monica said, "If the amount exceeds 500,000, it takes 48 hours to transfer successfully." She must delay and then find a way to deal with this woman, otherwise... she would forever be led by the nose. The other party agreed. After all, she didn’t expect Monica to so readily offer one million. "Alright then, I’m giving you 48 hours," the other party said, "If I don’t see the money after 48 hours, then sorry, see you at the police station." Monica hung up the phone, her emotions were truly depressed to the extreme! How is she still alive?! Or is it... just the voice sounds similar? Google seaʀᴄh n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net She suddenly felt a bit confused, but calmed down and dialed a number, "Flynn, help me trace a call, see where it is." "When are you going to deal with Hailey Hale’s side?" Monica hung up the phone, she went to the bathroom, splashed some water on her face, trying to quench the anger in her heart. In the luxurious president’s office of R-Alan Group. Joe quickly entered carrying a file, "President Ingram, this is all of Monica Usher’s hidden information, not visible on the surface." "If I’m not mistaken, she’ll use me to handle things." Lydia Ingram’s lips curled with a smile, "And my affairs, she will let bygones be bygones." "How to handle it? Silence her?" Joe was worried, "That’s her issue, you don’t need to take such a big risk." "But knowing her personality, once she clears her mind, she’s very likely to report to the police," Lydia Ingram understood well, "She’s very distant from me, last night Justin Kingston didn’t directly save her, so her heart must be dead." Joe stood aside, not knowing what more to say. "As long as Monica Usher asks me, I’ll make a deal with her." Lydia Ingram already had the next step planned, "Since we found Grace White, we’ll use her well." "Go make the arrangements." Joe left, Lydia Ingram sat in his office chair, holding his phone, looking at it again and again, waiting for Monica’s call. Monica Usher experienced a severe struggle within, she calmly thought— Can’t let Grace White ruin her entire life, she can’t go to prison, once she’s in jail, no one can save her. The only one capable of saving her is Justin Kingston... But Justin’s attitude last night was already obvious; her life and death no longer mattered to him. So, she could only seek help from Lydia Ingram. Lydia Ingram is ruthless, even dared to kill his ex-wife, so killing one more wouldn’t matter. But Monica will have to wrong herself, can’t report Lydia Ingram to have him imprisoned, can’t accuse him of rape! In the R-Alan Group’s president’s office. The phone in Lydia Ingram’s palm finally rang, seeing the caller ID, the man smiled with absolute confidence.