"Even a pauper can live well."
"As soon as I hear you say that, I know you’re the sa kind of person as I am. Although I used to hate people like , you’re different."
Gu Jinrong just smiled without replying to this.
No longer hating. If the other party hadn’t been in prison but still had a gun, they would have shot a bullet into her, Gu Nuan. Because feelings of hate are never erased. Only power and money can make soone submit.
Seeing her smile at the corners of her mouth, as if guessing what she was thinking, the stubborn and arrogant Rogers had a different emotion in his eyes — lancholy, anxiety.
As he admitted himself, he wanted to see her because he had nowhere else to turn.
The rumor was out that soone wanted to kill him in prison. So, he had no other choice but to put the line out, making them think killing him would be useless. After thinking it over, the only one left was this woman he used to deal with but never successfully defeated.
"My money—" Rogers whispered, "I know they are eavesdropping, wanting to know where my money went. Now, I can tell you, because they don’t believe , but I think you will."
Gu Nuan squinted her eyes slightly, "Did you put the money into high-interest lending?"
"Yes, I told them that, but they don’t believe . What do you say I should do? Why not teach ?" Rogers’ elderly eyes glead cunningly.
"You can very honestly admit to the judge to whom you lent at high interest, and tell the investors what’s going on. Perhaps they could reduce your sentence for this." Gu Nuan, seemingly unmoved by his words, spoke of ordinary court procedures.
Rogers spread his hands, helplessly: "I told them, even who the people were, but the nas are all fake, they simply can’t find them, and can only say I’m lying. Frankly, I don’t want to be Satan."
At this point, the officers responsible for surveillance and court personnel listened and analyzed diligently, yet couldn’t draw any reliable clues from Rogers’ words.
What Rogers said was basically correct. He had previously filed a petition with the court stating that so of his money went into high-interest lending, allowing the court to pursue those he lent to but didn’t repay. However, when the nas Rogers provided were checked, they were entirely fake. Therefore, the court could only suspect Rogers might be trying to plead his case for leniency.
Rogers glanced at the silent Gu Jinrong, his lips curling slightly: "See, I’m not wrong. We are the sa kind of people."
Gu Nuan raised her head, briefly scanning his face, the corners of her mouth seemingly smiling, yet incredibly cold.
Rogers’ eyes darkened as he looked up at the surveillance cara in the corner and said, "I’ve said everything to this woman, let her go."
The police ca over and opened the door.
Gu Nuan stood up and left.
Little Mingli ran out, clutching his mother’s pants, his little hands trembling slightly.
Gu Nuan bent down to pick up her young son.
Mingli was frightened. He had clearly seen through the surveillance cara the murderous intent in that old man’s eyes directed at his mother.
After the mother and son got into the car and left the prison, Mingli, still shaken, kept hugging his mother.
Attorney Chang, who accompanied Gu Nuan, relayed the police’s words: "The police said if the chairman rembers anything, they can contact them anyti."
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