Chapter 597

In the president's office at Nicholson Corp, Dahlia took a sip of

coffee and continued immersing. herself in work. Although Hank didn't sho

w it, he was facing all sorts of obstacles in private. He pushed every ma

tter to her, regardless of whether it was big or small, which caused her

to be so busy that she had to work overtime every day till midnight.

"Ms. Nicholson…." Right then, a young female assistant knocked on the doo

r all of a sudden.

"What is it?" Dahlia looked up at her. Because Julie wasn't a very reliab

le secretary, she hired another assistant, Kelly Porch, to share the work

load.

"Ms. Nicholson, someone sent you a

parcel and asked me to pass it to you directly. The person mentioned that

it's a surprise," Kelly said, holding a gift box.

"Okay, put it on the desk." Dahlia nodded, then a thought struck her. "Ke

lly, it's getting late. You

should head home first. You don't have to wait for me."

"Okay, Ms. Nicholson." Kelly turned around and left.

Dahlia rubbed her eyes and finally finished her work. She turned her gaze

to the gift box and decided

to open it. However, the moment she opened it, she was so frightened

that her face went deathly pale. What lay inside the gift box was a blood

y hand! It was very obvious that the hand had just been cut

off not long ago because the blood had not clotted yet. It was a very sho

cking sight.

While she was still in shock, her phone suddenly rang. When she answered

it, she immediately heard Duncan's voice. "Ms. Nicholson, you must have a

lready received my gift."

"Who are you?" Dahlia's expression went cold.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that your brother owes me

38 million dollars, and you have to repay his debt," Duncan said plainly

.

"Why should I believe you?" Dahlia frowned.

"You don't believe me? Then listen for yourself." Duncan said.

"Dahlia! Save me! Hurry up and save me! They cut my hand off!" James shou

ted, his voice full of fear and misery.

"James! What's going on? Why would you owe someone money?" Dahlia hurried

ly demanded.

"Dahlia! This isn't the time to ask these questions. Hurry up and come he

re with the money, or I'm going to die!" James sobbed over the phone.

"Ms. Nicholson, did you hear that? Bring me the money in exchange for him

. Otherwise, I don't know what other extreme things I'll do to your broth

er." Duncan threatened.

"Don't do anything! You just want money, don't you? I'll give it to you!"

said Dahlia in panic.

"Okay, then

I'll be awaiting your grand arrival," Duncan said with a laugh.

After hanging up, Dahlia dared not waste another second and, without hesi

tation, immediately rushed to the casino. She couldn't just sit around an

d do nothing when her brother was in danger. While driving, she called Du

stin, but he didn't pick up. She had no choice but to send him a text

along with the address

20 minutes later, Dahlia arrived at the underground casino. After she tol

d someone her name, at gangster led her

to a VIP room on the second floor. A bunch of violent–looking

gangsters were standing around inside the room.

James was kneeling on the floor and trembling, his face streaked with tea

rs and snot. Someone. had simply bandaged the stub of his arm where his h

and should be, temporarily stopping the bleeding "Sis' You're finally her

e!" When James saw Dahlia walk in, he immediately

wept tears of joy as if he saw his savior

"How dare you! Who taught you to gamble?" Dahlia slapped James across the

face. She knew that her brother liked to gamble. She had always warned h

im against it in all sorts of ways and had even given him a beating befor

e. She had thought that he would have changed his ways, but who would hav

e thought that he would get himself into more serious trouble now.

"Ms. Nicholson, I won't meddle with you disciplining your brother, but yo

u must give me the money first," Duncan said with a cigar between his lip

s.

"It's you?" The moment Dahlia saw him, she immediately remembered somethi

ng. She quickly realized that she had

seen Duncan before. Previously, when she was eating at a restaurant, he h

ad led a gang of people to look for trouble with Dustin but had gotten be

aten up instead.

"That's right. It's me. Now, can you give me the money?" Duncan said with

a mirthless smile.

"This is a bank check for 38 million dollars, not a penny less." Dahlia p

laced a check on the table.

"I don't want a check. I want the payment in cash," Duncan said with a sh

ake of his head.