The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

My mind was racing with questions, but as soon as I found my footing and turned around, the skinny guy had already sped off and vanished without a trace.

There wasn’t a soul at the front gate.

Covered in grime and feeling a wave of self-pity, I trudged toward the entrance.

I was just about to call out when I heard voices coming from inside.

Lu Ting: “Uncle, please try to stay calm. I’m already working on a way to get her back.

“Qiaoqiao will be fine, I’m sure of it.”

My dad has a booming voice, and he was frantic. “Xiao Ting, what do the kidnappers actually want?! Is it money? We’ll pay whatever they ask! Money is no object!”

After all, while the Lu family was wealthy, my family, the Yus, weren’t exactly hurting for cash either.

But Lu Ting’s cold-bloodedness went far beyond anything I could have imagined.

He said, “The kidnappers are demanding five hundred million.”

Holy shit?!

So, not only was Lu Ting trying to make my dad foot the bill for the two hundred million he spent on his ‘white moonlight,’ but he was also doubling the price and charging it to my father’s account?

My dad: “I’ll have my secretary transfer the funds right away!”