Chapter 9 Let My Mom Go

Jasmine took a deep breath, fighting the excited tremor in her throat, and said, "Tell Walker I raised ten million dollars."

That very night, she and Felix left the capital and went back to City M.

She called her mother's phone, but no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get through.

Jasmine's heart sank slightly. She hung up with a cold expression, hurried out of the train station, and hailed a car to City M's largest underground casino. She quickly walked through the spacious, chaotic hall and went straight to the innermost door of a long corridor.

The thugs stopped Felix outside, only letting Jasmine in. Inside the farthest room sat three or five thugs playing cards, while Walker counted money on the sofa with rapid flicks of his fingers.

When Jasmine pushed the door open forcefully, the wooden door slammed against the wall with a bang. Everyone inside turned to look at her.

Walker grinned the moment he saw her. "Hey now, who's this?"

A thug with a knife-like smile said, "Jasmine."

Walker suddenly slapped his shiny bald head as if just remembering her. His eyes went wide in exaggerated surprise. "Our ‌Jasmine's grown so tall! I almost didn't recognize you. They weren't kidding when they said girls change a lot as they grow-look at you, prettier than ever!"

The group of thugs inside burst out laughing. They had watched this girl grow up. From childhood to now, she had always looked out of place, like she didn't belong to this world. Even her style was different from other girls. If Walker hadn't planned to make a fat profit off her, they would have taken turns violating her long ago.

Speaking of which, a year ago, when Rainbow Nightclub demanded a virgin, Walker sold her to Rainbow Nightclub. Rainbow Nightclub treated her like a rare treasure and trained her, serving clients who were top-level elites in politics and business.

Walker had made a lot of money off this woman over the past year. One Jasmine was worth a hundred ordinary prostitutes!

Jasmine stood expressionless at the door, her small face calm under the black brim of her hat. "Where's my mom?"

Walker turned his big, fleshy head but pretended not to hear.

Jasmine stepped inside slowly, took off her hat, and tossed it aside. "I raised ten million. Dollars. You let my mom go."

Walker replied, "Ten million dollars? Who told you it's ten million dollars?"

Jasmine said, "My dad only owed you five million dollars, but with interest rolling over, it's grown to ten million dollars. Over the years, our family has paid back at least three million. Now I have ten million ready to clear the debt..."

Before she finished, Walker laughed roughly and cut her off, "Ten million dollars? That was years ago. By now, it's rolled over to a fucking hundred million dollars. And you still talk to me about ten million? Jasmine, has working as a prostitute fried your brain? Listen carefully: it's a hundred million dollars."

Jasmine's face instantly went pale. "Didn't you say the debt stopped at ten million? Didn't you say if I raised ten million before the end of the month, you'd release my mom?"

Walker sat on the sofa with his arms spread wide, shaking his leg, and licking his front teeth. He said, "Your old man ran up this debt thirteen years ago. You and your mom hid and dodged paying it for over a decade. I only tracked you down last year. Debts must be paid, that's just how it is. Honestly, out of respect for your dad, I kept the interest as low as possible. Ten million dollars, over ten years. Since you didn't pay it back on time, with penalty fees added-and remember, that ten million is money we borrowed from others-we also have to pay their penalties and interest. Add it all up, it's over a hundred million dollars, kid."

Jasmine's face instantly went pale. She sneered, "Mr. Walker, are you kidding me? Do you know how long I had to sell myself just to scrape together that ten million? A hundred million dollars? You might as well take my life."

Walker twitched his bulbous nose and glanced sideways at a thug. The thug immediately stepped forward, grabbed Jasmine by the back of her neck, and slammed her down onto the table with a thud.

A shadow flickered across Walker's eyes as he leaned close and said, "Out of respect for your dad, I gave you plenty of time, letting you drag it out year after year. From now on, you pay me fifty thousand dollars in interest every month! Pay back the hundred million dollars in three months! Not a penny less, or I'll chop off one piece of your mom's body! If you really can't come up with the money, I'll have to help sell her kidneys. Those will bring in a lot too."

Jasmine clenched her jaw, swallowing her anger. "Where's my mom?"

Walker ignored her, puffed on a cigarette, and lazily unfolded a newspaper, pretending to read. "No wonder you worked as a prostitute at Rainbow Nightclub. You must have hooked up with plenty of rich guys this past year."

He took a drag from his cigar and blew white smoke onto Jasmine's pale face, chuckling, "Damn, I'm impressed. You even managed to get close to a top tycoon like Bruce. Ten million's a joke. It's gotta be at least a hundred million dollars."

"Where's my mom?" Jasmine gritted her teeth again.

Walker, looking fat and crafty, puffed his cigar and said, "If you can raise ten million dollars, you can raise more. Your dad's high-interest loan has rolled over past a hundred million by now. I only kept it capped at a hundred million out of respect for your dad. Jasmine, with your looks, guts, and brains, pulling a hundred million shouldn't be a problem, right? With three months and your talent, squeezing that kind of money out of a few rich guys shouldn't be too hard, huh?"

"Fuck! Where's my mom?!" Jasmine suddenly cursed loudly.

Her head was pressed hard on the table, and she lay there like a sheet of paper, unable to move.

Walker chuckled and let his gaze linger on Jasmine's delicate, pure face. Right now, flushed red with anger, she looked incredibly seductive. Honestly, he'd coveted Jasmine's face for a long time-so pure and charming, like a fresh dew-covered girl in the morning, making it hard not to want her. If Rainbow Nightclub hadn't insisted she be a virgin when he sold her to them, he would've taken her himself long ago.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Walker pulled off his belt, dropped his pants, and motioned for the thugs to leave.

Just as Jasmine had regained her freedom and tried to get up, Walker grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head hard onto the table. He bashed her skull against the corner several more times, trying to knock her out. Then he yanked down her sweatpants in one swift move.

Blood poured from her temple as her head spun.