The next day, I went straight to Jason Miller’s company to find him. Seeing me, Jason Miller’s face turned cold, glancing over with a sneer, "What are you doing here? Haven’t you caused enough chaos in this family?" I sat down in front of his desk and got straight to the point, "I need money urgently. If you won’t return my mom’s shares, then just give me the money." Jason Miller paused, raised his eyes, and looked at me with a darker expression, "Lily Miller, are you out of your mind? I gave you half of your mom’s shares, isn’t that enough for you?" "Since they were my mom’s, they should all be mine. If you hadn’t stolen my grandparents’ business, would you be living in such glory now?" "..." Jason Miller stared at me intensely. The atmosphere was tense for two seconds before he suddenly got up and walked towards me, grabbing me, "Get out, don’t force me to call security." "Give me the money and I’ll leave. Not much, just ten million." "Ten million?" Jason Miller’s voice was shocked, "You’re dreaming! I’d rather throw it away than give it to you!" "Jason Miller, think about it. What if Sophie is critically ill and you still need me?" I didn’t want to commodify myself, but I had no choice; I needed to raise money quickly. To redeem my mom’s bracelet, this humiliation was nothing. "No manners! I’m your father, what daughter calls her father by his name!" "You don’t deserve to be a father. Calling you by name is already generous." In my heart, I thought calling you a beast is more fitting. "Ungrateful girl!" Jason Miller scolded, then fell into thought. After a moment, his eyes sharpened as he looked at me again, "Are you willing to save Sophie?" "As long as the money is in place." "Hmm! Then why didn’t you save her last time?" "It wasn’t that I didn’t want to help last time. The doctor said I had taken sleeping pills and couldn’t blood." Jason Miller hesitated, seemingly a bit shaken. Just as I thought he really favored Sophie, he unexpectedly said, "I have no money, not even a million, let alone ten million." I was stunned for a second, then laughed coldly. "So, you’re not that fond of Sophie. In your eyes, your biological daughter’s life isn’t worth ten million." Mainly because ten million isn’t much to him. Exposed, Jason Miller’s face showed embarrassment, defending himself, "She’s already beyond saving, why waste money and end up losing both people and wealth?" The source of this content ɪs novel-fire.net "Makes sense..." I nodded, lifting my phone and shaking it, "Just wonder what the consequences will be if my stepmom hears this." I didn’t actually record, just wanted to scare him into compromising and giving me money. But to my surprise, his expression turned fierce, and he slapped me, "Jinx! Dare to threaten your old man?" Caught off guard, I was slapped and fell onto the desk, my ears ringing, half of my face completely numb. Before I could get up, Jason Miller rushed in like lightning, trying to snatch my phone. I struggled to defend myself, but he grabbed my hair forcefully, slamming my arm heavily on the table. The pain in my arm was numbing, and the phone fell to the ground. Jason Miller picked up my phone and saw the screen was locked, no recording. "You tricked me?" He realized he was fooled but showed no regret for hitting his daughter, instead cursing more harshly, "Just like your mother, full of schemes, insatiable!" I stood up, took back my phone and stepped back two steps. "Jason Miller, you’ll get your retribution." I glared at him fiercely, and for a moment, I wanted to perish together with him. When I left his office, I ran into an unfamiliar woman. The woman clearly had a surgically enhanced face, a voluptuous figure, dressed flamboyantly, with an overpowering perfume scent. I silently looked back at the woman’s figure, watching her push open Jason Miller’s office door. My sixth sense told me this woman was not ordinary to Jason Miller. Sitting in the car, I thought for a moment and called Wennie Lane. "Wennie, I need to ask you a favor, find someone to follow..." If I didn’t have to rush the Carter Family’s order, I’d definitely track them down myself. Initially, I thought it would take at least two or three days to catch any traces of Jason Miller. But that evening, while I was working overtime in the studio, Wennie Lane sent me a message. "Lily, that scum dad of yours went to the Hilton Hotel with a vixen, room number 8868—want to catch them in the act?" I set aside my needlework and calmly said, "There’s no point in me catching them myself; it’s better to let someone else do it." I called Shirley Turner. "Lily Miller? What do you want from me again?" Shirley Turner always spoke to me in an impatient tone. But I was very polite, "Stepmom, is my dad at home?" "No! I heard you went to the company today to ask him for money. Lily, don’t you have any shame? Sophie’s treatment is expensive, and as a big sister, you don’t help but ask your dad for money!" I said, "Your son-in-law, my brother-in-law, has plenty of money, it’s not my turn to help." Shirley Turner was at a loss for words. "Stepmom, don’t say I don’t treat you like family, I have good news for you." "Good news?" Shirley Turner was surprised, "What good news could you have?" "Your husband has a surprise for you in room 8868 at the Hilton Hotel." Shirley Turner was stunned for a few seconds, her tone suddenly sharp, "What do you mean? Is Jason Miller fooling around outside?" "You’ll know if you go take a look. Be quick, otherwise, if someone gets pregnant, there’ll be one more person to share the inheritance later." Before I finished speaking, the call was already angrily hung up. Looks like the show is about to begin. I arrived at the Hilton Hotel almost at the same time as Wennie Lane. Seeing my swollen face, Wennie Lane asked and, upon learning the truth, was righteously indignant, "A tiger wouldn’t eat its cubs, your dad is worse than a beast!" I was calm, "It’s nothing; his retribution has come, hasn’t it?" We had just sat down in the hotel lobby when Shirley Turner rushed in with Mason Miller. "Are you sure they’re still in the room?" I asked Wennie Lane. "I’m sure. My person recorded a video, the two went in and haven’t come out. They’re probably hitting a home run now." I nodded, then called 110 to report, "Hello officer, I’d like to report prostitution—" Wennie Lane was shocked, then gave me a thumbs up. After making the call, I felt a wave of vengeful pleasure wash over me. We’re all family; if not driven to the limit, I wouldn’t want to air our dirty laundry. If we’re going down, we’ll go down together; anyway, I have nothing to lose. The police arrived very quickly. In less than three minutes, the police car had already stopped at the hotel entrance. Seeing the police car, Wennie Lane and I immediately stood up and took the elevator upstairs. As it happened, that room was near the elevator, and we hadn’t even stepped out when we heard the shouting and pounding outside. Upon going out, sure enough, Shirley Turner was making a scene, pulling at Jason Miller. And Mason Miller was also grabbing that woman, pulling her hair and fighting fiercely.