Whitmore's visit to the Crosses' mansion coincided with when they were dealing with a dilemma.
“Five hundred million? How can a pair of earrings be worth that much? That is highway robbery.” Patricia spoke agitatedly as she walked back and forth in Richard's study.
“Would you stop pacing? You are giving me a headache." Richard's rigid tone cut through her anxiety.
She stopped moving, but her hands wouldn't stop clutching her pearl necklace as she bit her lips in thought.
Her face was tight with worry.
It's been days since Daniel's punishment. Five days.
He was supposed to be returned to them that day, only for the commander to send them a picture of a diamond earring and a message.
“One of this family heirloom went missing from my wife's ears when your son attacked her. It's pricele
