Rosalind returned to the hospital, full of panic and confusion. Be’s ominous words echoed in her


    mind, and she anxiously bit her nails as she paced around the hospital room.


    Rosalind was worried. She couldn’t let Be, a Thompson, uncover her past in the Meridan. She knew


    Be was very cunning and would likely discover even more soon. Rosalind couldn’t just sit around and


    do nothing. She had to take some measures to prevent this from happening.


    Trembling, Rosalind called Memphis with bloodshot eyes and a hoarse throat. She finally heard his


    voice after a long ring. Memphis finally answered the call, “What’s the matter in the middle of the


    night…”


    “Memphis, Be is investigating me and may soon discover our rtionship. I’m anxious and worried,”


    she said, her voice hoarse. “You need to leave Savrow as soon as possible.”


    Memphis sneered, “Are you trying to get rid of me? I won’t let you go without getting my money.”


    Frustrated and enraged, Rosalind yelled, “If Be finds out about us, my engagement with Justin will be


    ruined! You won’t get a single penny. Forget about five million!”


    Memphis replied, “Fine, fine, fine… I’ll trust you just this once. But don’t y tricks, or else…”


    Rosalind assured him, “I promise you won’t be shortchanged on the money! To avoidplications,


    let’s not contact each other during this period.”


    After saying this, Rosalind hung up the phone, but her hands still trembled. She took a moment to


    compose herself and then called her mother, Jean.


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    “Mom, pleasee to the hospital right away. I have something urgent to discuss with you!”


    In the basement, Be held Memphis’ phone in her hands. These days, Memphis was kept locked up in


    the dungeon and was under constant surveince. He had no chance to escape and was granted the


    small mercy of being able to sit in a chair instead of being hung upside down.


    This slight change almost made him want to bow down and express gratitude to Be. After all, if he


    continued to hang upside down, his brain might end up congested, possibly dying.


    Be handed the phone to Steven, yfully raising her eyebrows. “Not bad. I see your acting skills are


    bing more exquisite.”


    Memphis turned pale as he responded, “No. It’s only natural that I do this for you, Ms. Be.”


    Having recently lost two tendons, leaving him virtually incapacitated, Memphis had no desire to go


    through the same painful experience once again.


    Be smirked. “It will be Rosalind’s birthday in a few days.”


    She sat elegantly in the chair, crossing her legs. She spoke firmly. “When the timees, I need you to


    cooperate in our little drama. You can make amends for your mistakes if you y your part well. I will


    send you to prison for reform. However, if you do not perform well, your sins will escte, and I will


    make sure you end up in hell!”


    Memphis was sweating profusely and stuttered, “I… I’ll do whatever you tell me, Ms.


    Thompson!”


    Be pursed her lips and chuckled. “I heard that you only eat a bun a day. How do you manage that?


    Steve, please bring some food over.”


    Steven responded, “Yes, Ms. Be.”


    Steven arrived with a tray of food for Memphis, which included four slices of toast, a roasted chicken,


    and a bottle of beer! Memphis had been surviving on stale bread for days, causing him to be


    visibly emaciated. At the sight of the roasted chicken, he looked at it longingly, tears and drool


    streaming down his face simultaneously.


    Steven ced the te of food before Memphis and said, “Go ahead and eat it. This is a reward from


    Ms. Thompson.” He had a cold expression on his face, almost as if he were serving dog food to


    Memphis.


    Memphis swallowed the food, and his eyes glistened with tears. With a pitiful look, he asked, Ms.


    Thompson, this is so luxurious… Could it be myst meal before execution?”


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    Be emerged from the dungeon, stretching in a luxurious yawn. She turned to Steven and said, “It’s


    time to head home. Let’s go.”


    Steven quietly asked, “Ms. Be, why bother preparing a meal for that wretched guy?” He recalled the


    events of that particr night, his heartache visible and his eyes faintly reddened. He said, “He is a


    profit-driven and ruthless beast. It is too generous to feed him like this!” Be responded, “To bring


    down Rosalind, I need Memphis to lend me a hand.”