Chapter 441 Mo Shaochen wakes up

"Whose bank account number did you give me? Why isn't it your own?"

Qin Jingshu was prepared and sneered, "Mo Yuwei, do you think I'm a fool? I used my own account to collect such a large sum of money, and then you anonymously reported my father for accepting a huge bribe. Who can I go to for justice?"

Mo Yuwei was stunned by what Qin Jingshu said. She didn't expect Qin Jingshu to be so thoughtful.

Qin Jingshu looked at her watch. There were less than five minutes left before the payment time she agreed with the dark web killer. In order to dispel Mo Yuwei's suspicion, she pretended to be angry and explained: "It's just an account in a borrowed name. Haven't you played enough with these fund operations, Mo Yuwei? What's so strange about it?"

Mo Yuwei didn't say anything after hearing this.

Two minutes later, Mo Yuwei sent a screenshot of the successful transfer to Qin Jingshu's mobile phone.

Qin Jingshu immediately contacted the dark web killer: I have transferred 7 million US dollars to the account you specified.

Locke was telling Antonio that Qin Jingshu wanted to confirm the results with her own eyes. He was a little surprised to receive the message from Qin Jingshu.

"The other party seemed very eager and paid the full amount directly."

Antonio was not interested in this. He put his hat on his head and looked ready to go out. He said in a low voice, "Don't worry about her. Maybe the money will be returned."

Locke couldn't understand this.

He has been with the man for quite some time and knows very well how terrifying the other party's strength is. It can be said that there is no task in this world that a man cannot accomplish.

When the man said he would return the money, he did not mean that the mission had failed, but that he most likely did not want to do anything to the Chinese girl.

But why did the man want him to take on the task? Wouldn't it be easier to just refuse?

Of course Locke wouldn't understand, because a man needs a legitimate reason to approach a girl so that the girl wouldn't be suspicious.

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Mo Shaochen woke up in the evening of the third day of his coma.

He opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment and his mother Lu Yilan's worried eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly remembered something and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's my phone?"

Lu Yilan was stunned for a moment, then handed him the phone from the drawer of the bedside table.

Mo Shaochen pressed several times, but the phone screen still did not respond.

Lu Yilan said hurriedly: "You have been in a coma these days. In order not to disturb you, I turned off your phone."

Mo Shaochen said nothing when he heard this. He just held down the power button silently. As soon as the desktop popped up on the phone screen, he couldn't wait to open WeChat.

There are no unread messages from her.

Clicked into the call log, nothing.

No text messages, either.

Lu Yilan looked at her son, who had always been mature and calm. He lowered his brows and closed his eyes, with a look of weakness and loss on his face. She felt as if someone was grabbing her heart.

She turned her back and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then turned back and smiled at her son, "You just woke up, are you hungry? I asked someone to make you some yam porridge."

Mo Shaochen shook his head indifferently, "I have no appetite."

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Lu Yilan held back her tears and advised: "Eat something, you haven't eaten for three days."

Mo Shaochen raised his eyes to glance at his mother who was full of worry. He was silent for a while before nodding, "Half a bowl is enough."

Lu Yilan was overjoyed, "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and bring it to you right away."

In order to prevent the fact that Mo Shaochen was in a coma from being disclosed, Lu Yilan and Mo Xianlin secretly transferred Mo Shaochen back to Lu Yilan's single-family villa in Los Angeles as soon as they arrived in Los Angeles.

Xu Xing, who was working in another room, learned that Mo Shaochen had woken up, so he dropped his work and hurried over.

"Boss, you finally woke up!"

Looking at Xu Xing's haggard face, messy hair and wrinkled coat, he looked disheveled and slovenly. Mo Shaochen rarely showed a hint of apology, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

(End of this chapter)