Chapter 4
Shock rippled through the crowd of shoppers, all eyes turning to me.
“What?! Who is she? Actually coming up with a hundred million so fast?!”
“Understated but loaded! She looked ordinary, but wow-that kind of cash on demand?”
“Fake, surely? Even burning joss paper for the dead takes longer than this!”
The driver at the front was none other than Uncle Tom, my father’s trusted lieutenant,
followed by ten sharp-dressed enforcers.
Alaric’s two bodyguards flinched under their intimidating presence, instinctively releasing me.
Uncle Tom approached me with a respectful bow.
“Young Miss, Boss is flying in from abroad as we speak. He sent me ahead to handle this.”
I nodded, then turned to Amy.
“I keep my word. Your hundred million is here. Count it yourself.”
She remained oblivious, failing to grasp the gravity of her situation.
She shot me a skeptical look.
“Stop pretending! I don’t believe for a second you could scrape together a hundred million so fast. These people are just hired actors, and those trucks are probably empty!”
I took the handkerchief Uncle Tom offered, dabbing the blood from the corner of my mouth.
“Then why don’t you check for yourself?”
I nodded to the line of drivers outside.
“Open the cargo doors. Let her see.”
One by one, the drivers threw open their truck doors. Stack upon stack of crisp red bills filled the compartments, dazzling the onlookers.
“Holy shit! That’s what money smells like!”
“What kind of family pulls out a hundred million in cash like this?!”
“Amy really picked the wrong target this time…”
Her eyes glazed over at the sight of the cash.
She rushed to a truck, grabbed a stack, and verified its authenticity before trembling with excitement.
“This… this is real! I’m a billionaire now!”
Alaric stared at me with mixed emotions.
“Shirley Brown, who are you?”
Ignoring him, I walked straight to Amy.
“I slapped you once and paid you a hundred million. Are you satisfied now?”
She nodded frantically.
“Yes! Completely satisfied!”
A cold smile curved my lips.
“Glad to hear it. Now it’s my turn. You stole my bag and hit me three times. Following your logic, three hundred million per slap-that makes three billion total. Fair, don’t you think?”
Her eyes bulged. “Three billion?! You’re trying to scam me!”
My gaze turned icy.
“Fine. Then we’ll stick to your original offer, three hundred slaps, then strip naked and parade through the mall. Your choice, Secretary Amy.”
Amy’s expression shifted when she realized the situation had turned against her.
She tried to flee but was instantly seized by the enforcers Uncle Tom had stationed nearby.
I stepped forward, pinching her chin between my fingers.
“Since you won’t choose, I’ll decide for you.”
“Judging by your appearance, three billion dollars is clearly beyond your means.
So, let’s settle this physically instead.”
With that, I slapped her hard, first left, then right, in rapid succession.
She shrieked with each blow, screaming,
“Mr. Green! Help me! Save me!”
Alaric rushed over and planted himself in front of her.
“She hit you three times. Now you’ve hit her back. Even. This ends here.”
