Life and Death Struggle

The woman's voice was harsh, slightly resembling Mrs. Harris's but sharper and hoarse. Ella realized she had neglected to notice the changes—Mrs. Harris must have been in trouble.

"Are you sent by him? I didn't expect he'd have this backup!" Ella spoke softly, but the cold gun barrel knocked against her head.

"Shut up!"

The woman's eyes were filled with malice.

"Honestly, if you're here for money, I can offer you more than he does. I want my life, but money I can earn again," Ella said calmly. "At my last charity gala, I donated nine million. You've probably heard of it, right? I still have about a hundred million in my account!"

Ella attempted to lure the thug, but she was met with a scornful laugh. "And what of that money? It's all from selling your body."