Chapter 342

• Wu Bingdian frowned. He wasn’t as furious as Zhou Meizhu, just confused about what Sullivan was trying to pull.
• Could he have guessed their plan? From the moment that waiter bumped into them to when they showed up with people, not even a minute had passed. They hadn’t even moved. Even if he had figured it out, there wasn’t time to act on it.
• “My ring isn’t some rare pink diamond. It’s just an heirloom jade—an imperial-green ring the size of a pigeon egg, worth around 50 million.”