Chapter 320
Chapter 320:
She checked her phone, but the blank screen offered no comfort—no new notifications, no missed calls, not even a stray message from anyone she cared about.
Letting out a quiet sigh, she decided not to dwell on it and set her phone aside, curling up and willing herself to sleep.
Across the city, Vivian was just about to turn in for the night when her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand.
She glanced at the screen, her lips tightening as she recognized the caller—one of the men who’d been extorting her for days. Reluctantly, she picked up. “What now?” she demanded, her voice low, barely masking her irritation. “I already paid you. Wasn’t that enough?”
“Cut the act, Vivian. Don’t play dumb with us.” The caller sneered on the other end. “We asked for ten million, not two. You still owe us—unless you want your little secret to go public.”
Vivian’s tone turned frosty. “You agreed to give me more time.”
The group of men exchanged amused looks. One of them leaned in, a sly grin pulling at his lips. “Well, today we got some new intel. You’ll bring us five million by three this afternoon.”
Anger flared in Vivian’s eyes as she bellowed, “I told you—I don’t have that kind of money!”
“You could always hit up Brandon. Just a thought. Funny, isn’t it? After today, Brandon and Millie’s divorce will be official. This is your last chance. Five million, Vivian, or those files go straight to Millie and her soon-to-be ex. I’m sure you’d rather see the divorce go through quietly. If Millie finds out, she might just back out—and then you’re stuck.”
He finished with a self-satisfied smirk, savoring every second.
Vivian’s fist struck the table, rattling the glasses. Frustration boiled over as she admitted, “I’m telling you, I just don’t have the money right now.”
Vivian’s assets meant nothing if she couldn’t turn them into cash fast enough.
“It’s been ages since the fourth live stream wrapped. Maybe you don’t think our business is urgent?” The caller’s tone dripped with impatience. “However you get the money isn’t my concern. Try Brandon,” he added flatly.
Then he hung up, the click ringing in her ears.
Fury blazing, Vivian hurled her phone across the couch.
She should have gotten rid of those bastards long ago.
Her caregiver hurried over, retrieved the phone, and offered it back timidly.
“Miss Simpson, what should we do now?”
Vivian snatched it away, her eyes narrowing in irritation. She brushed past the woman and slipped into a quieter room.
Certain no one could eavesdrop, she reached for a second phone and dialed a new number.
Late that night, the police station had settled into its usual hush. Lynda, weary-eyed from hours at her desk, rolled her shoulders and let out a long, relieved sigh.
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