As Summer packed her belongings the next morning, Jessica called.
"Meet me at Serene Wind Teahouse at 3 PM," Jessica said bluntly. "I'll bring a card with thirty million, and you'll destroy the video in front of me."
Summer immediately refused, "No, a bank transfer is safer."
If the cardholder's name wasn't Summer, not to mention it would be difficult for her to withdraw large amounts of cash from the counter, the other party could report the card lost at any time.
Jessica, sounding weary, conceded, "Fine, I'll transfer the money. But what will you do about the video?"
She'd spent the night piecing together Celine's reluctant confession about the Red Maple Club incident.
Each detail had left her more stunned than the last at her daughter's foolishness.
But angry as she was, the trou
