บท 1273: Petty Revenge

Compared to the sum of 3.5 million liang, a few hundred thousand seemed inconsequential!

It was beyond infuriating!

Zhao Mu seethed with anger, almost unable to contain himself. He was a seasoned veteran in the business world with decades of experience, confident in his ability to navigate any situation and outwit any adversary. Yet, against all odds, he had fallen into the clutches of this mother-son duo.

Fuming, Zhao Mu stormed out with an icy demeanor, his frustration simmering within him, nowhere to be released.

Ms. Qin had lost her composure too.

Once she gained her freedom, she stumbled upon the staggering compensation of 3,500,000 liang. Clutching her chest, she let out a heart-rending scream, the pain piercing her very soul.

That money belonged to the Zhao Family, to her son, and to herself. How could Zhao Shu arbitrarily appropriate such a significant sum?