"Dad, are you blind? Nancy hurt us so badly, yet you speak in her favor," Fannie cried again.

Clark waved his hand, clearly irritated. "Enough. When you get the money, let Nancy go. Don't torture her to death!"

"We won't, as we just want her money. That amount's a piece of cake for her anyway," Jill said sincerely, acting like a kind mother

"Ah, whatever," Clark said impatiently and went back to his room.

Jill and Fannie dragged Nancy towards the basement. And then they threw her in a corner.

"Fannie, what should we do now?" Jill looked at the unconscious Nancy and asked.

"Humph! Now that Nancy's in our hands, of course, we should treat her well." Fannie kicked Nancy's leg with every ounce of her strength.

"Mom, there is some philter on my bedside table. Caspar uses only a little each time. This time, we'll use it all!" Fannie said viciously, her eyes full of madness.

She thought, 'Nancy, this time, I will make your life worse than death! And then force you to give us all your mon

ar from the courtyard.

"Is Caspar back?" Fannie said happily.

Clark stood up with the help of his wheelchair. He looked outside and saw a black sports car rushing in like a storm with anger. The person sitting inside was not Caspar, but Charles!

"Oh, crap! Charles is coming. Let Nancy go as soon as possible," Clark shouted while sweating bullets.

However, Jill scolded him, "Don't say anything. No matter what Charles asks, you just say you don't know. Do you hear me?"

"Charles is an extremely prominent and influential man. We can't afford to offend him! Give Nancy to him now!" Clark said anxiously.

Clark was a timid man. Moreover, he felt sorry for Nancy now.

"Dad, notwithstanding how powerful Charles is, he is still at our home. What are you afraid of?" Fannie urged, "If you don't want to see Charles, just stay away from him."

Fannie stood up and ran to the yard.

She bumped into the man who just broke in.

"Mr. Fu, it's an honor to meet you again!" Fannie said in a sweet voice.