The Billionaire's Captive

Diana Weston stepped out of the hospital, her face etched with exhaustion and despair, the doctor's words still echoing in her ears... "Miss Weston, your mother's condition is very serious. We recommend immediate surgery. We currently have a kidney available, but if you can't raise $30,000 within two days, we'll have to give it to another patient." $30,000? How could she possibly come up with such a huge amount of money? Her mother had been ill for two years, and the alimony she had received after leaving her father was long gone. Was she supposed to go back and beg again? She had tried once, only to be met with ridicule and scorn from her father's new family. Her biological father simply didn't care! But for her mother's sake, she had to try again. She hurried to a phone booth on the street and dialed a number. "It's me," she said. "What do you want?" Richard Weston responded impatiently. "Mom's dying." Her anger erupted. "You abandoned us, and now you don't even care if she lives or dies? It's just $30,000! You won't even give me that?" "Diana, calm down," Richard said. It wasn't that he didn't care; every time she came to the house, his current wife was around, and he didn't dare give her money. Besides, his company was facing some issues recently, and he was cutting down on expenses himself. "How can I calm down when she's dying?!" Diana shouted. "If she dies, I won't live either. We'll haunt you forever!" "Alright, alright, come to my office now," Richard said. Diana hung up and rushed over. When she arrived at the company, she was told Richard was in a meeting, and she had to wait outside. Half an hour later, just as she was losing patience and thinking she was being played, the office door opened. She immediately stood up and rushed over, only to find it wasn't Richard who came out. But it was too late; she had already bumped into someone. "Ow…" It hurt. Was this person made of iron? "What are you doing?!" someone shouted in her ear. Before she could react, she felt her wrist being grabbed tightly and was pulled aside. She looked up to see that it was her biological father, Richard Weston, holding her. He wasn't looking at her, but at the person she had bumped into. "Mr. Moore, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" he said. Seeing his panicked expression, Diana was slightly surprised and realized she had bumped into someone important. Otherwise, her father wouldn't be reacting like this. She looked up to see a young man in a perfectly tailored three-piece Italian suit. He was tall and stern, exuding an aura of authority and pressure. He stared at her like an eagle, with a predatory gaze that made her instinctively step back. The man glanced at her briefly, his eyes quickly scanning her from head to toe, then turned and walked away without a backward glance. Richard followed him to the elevator, bowing and scraping, treating him like a deity. At the elevator door, the young man turned and said coldly, "Mr. Weston, you can go back. No need to see me off." "Of course" Richard replied, continuing to maintain his deferential demeanor. As the man entered the elevator and the doors closed, he said to his assistant, "Find out everything about that woman we just encountered."