Fu Nanxiao emphasized, "Even if it's several times more, I'd be willing to pay it!"

His tone was irritable, and the other people in the car didn't dare to speak.

"Mr. Fu, I understand how you feel, but please calm down."

The police officer standing nearby said, "If the money is transferred, Mrs. Fu could very well be killed."

Fu Nanxiao gritted his teeth: "Then what do you suggest? Go to each factory one by one? We have patience, but do the kidnappers have it?!"

"It would be best if we could get in touch with the kidnappers again, and we will use communication methods to find out their exact location."

But Jiang Yilai's phone was always switched off!

Fu Nanxiao frowned, wishing he could tear those kidnappers to pieces.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Fu Nanxiao's phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Upon seeing the caller ID, Fu Nanxiao sat up abruptly, his deep, cold eyes fixed on the screen.

The police acted swiftly.

"Mr. Fu, we need at least one minute."

Fu Nanxiao nodded and pressed the answer button.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "Hey."

“It’s me,” Jiang Yilai’s slightly weak and hoarse voice rang out.

Fu Nanxiao's heart tightened.

He gripped his phone tightly, steadying his voice: "Why does your voice sound like that?"

Jiang Yilai's eyes suddenly stung with tears.

The tattooed man across from her waved his phone, his gloomy eyes fixed on her.

"It's nothing," Jiang Yilai said. "Fu Nanxiao, why hasn't the money for the Jiang Group building arrived yet?"

Fu Nanxiao paused.

His tone was nonchalant: "What, you think I won't make this money? Don't worry, it's just three hundred million. I can give it to you as pocket money without a problem."

The tattooed man's brow twitched.

Greed lurked deep within his eyes.

He stared at Jiang Yilai, urging her to ask quickly with his eyes.

Jiang Yilai began, "Then..."

"Jiang Yilai, I have a question for you."

Fu Nanxiao suddenly changed the subject slowly: "Why did you choose to cooperate with TS before?"

Jiang Yilai's heart skipped a beat.

Why did Fu Nanxiao suddenly ask this?

He should already know that he's in trouble.

Her mind raced, and she spoke slowly: "I don't want our relationship to be mixed with so many interests, and it would put you in a difficult position."

"And now?"

Jiang Yilai glanced at the tattooed man before slowly replying, "Now I feel that we are husband and wife, and we shouldn't be so calculating."

Fu Nanxiao asked again, "Do you still have thoughts of divorce?"

Jiang Yilai hesitated only slightly before the tattooed man waved his phone at her again to warn her.

"No."

"That's good, otherwise I was afraid my 300 million would go down the drain. What time are you coming home tonight? Let's have dinner together."

"I……"

The tattooed man watched the two talking slowly and gradually lost his patience and became increasingly agitated.

He covered the receiver and threatened in a low voice, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Jiang Yilai felt uneasy.

She could guess that Fu Nanxiao was stalling for time.

But she had no choice but to get to the point: "I'm not sure, you eat first. Fu Nanxiao, when will the money arrive?"

"Wait a moment, I'll call Secretary Qi."

The call wasn't disconnected.

Faint conversations could be heard.

The tattooed man looked increasingly anxious and uneasy.

He completely lost his patience and suddenly pulled out a knife: "Are you stalling for time? Make him transfer the money within ten minutes!"

Jiang Yilai feigned panic: "Ten minutes? How is that possible?!"

"Speak quickly!"

"Fu Nanxiao, when exactly will the money arrive?"