All the tragedies were destined from the very beginning.
Three minutes later, Lu Zhiwei stood up solemnly, went behind Shen Jinmo's wheelchair, and pushed him onto it.
Seeing her leave so easily, Steven reached out and blocked Lu Zhiwei's path: "Miss Lu, although I received your ten billion and promised to redeem Mr. Shen, he can leave, but that doesn't mean you can."
Lu Zhiwei gave a cold smile.
"How would I know you would really release him if I didn't personally escort him out?"
Lu Zhiwei knew that what the old man of the Luo family and Steven wanted was her life.
Once she entered this place, she never imagined she could leave unscathed.
"Alright."
Steven shrugged, made way for Lu Zhiwei, and watched as Lu Zhiwei led Shen Jinmo out of the underground prison.
Lu Zhiwei personally pushed Shen Jinmo to the gate outside the park.
Shen Jinmo held Lu Zhiwei's hand tightly: "Let's go together. All the artists here have been cleared out now."
Lu Zhiwei pulled away from Shen Jinmo's hand and bent down to squat in front of him.
He wanted to see her lips moving as clearly as possible: "I can't go back with you right now."
"Why?" Shen Jinmo asked, puzzled.
He infiltrated this place in her place to rescue these captured artists.
They used monetary transactions to prove that the plan had succeeded.
He believed that the police officers surrounding the park were brought by Lu Zhiwei, and that if the two of them stepped out of the gate hand in hand, they would be safe and sound.
"Those artists who were redeemed all fell ill one after another within a week, and their hands and feet all showed varying degrees of atrophy..."
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