Chloe Fairchild stubbed out the nearly-finished Mint Cigarette in the ashtray without a moment's hesitation.
"Between Port Calico Dollars, RMB, and US Dollars, I have about fifty million in total. Do you need money? If that's not enough, I can ask my brother for more."
"And you, Sean Conrad?" she asked, turning to the other side of the screen.
The other end of the line suddenly went quiet.
The next second, Sean Conrad's face suddenly loomed into the camera, filling the entire screen. "Annelise, that question... it pains my very soul."
"My dad just cut off my cards last month. He said I have no ambition, that I'm just a lazy bum, a disgrace to the Conrad family name. He even took away my Maybach, said I don't deserve to drive a nice car..."
"Sean Conrad." Chloe Fairchild couldn't listen anymore.
"What?" Sean Conrad watched her warily.
"Are you done with your little act?"
"What act? Everything I said is true!"
