My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 345: Black Intermediary as Family



Chapter 345: Black Intermediary as Family

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Qiao Yin was blindfolded, unable to see the other person, but this did not affect her thinking: “I don’t need your gift, I just need you to give me my younger brother back.”

“Aren’t you going to ask what the gift is?”

“We’re neither kin nor close, and this is our first meeting. I don’t believe I have the right to receive gifts, so I’m not curious.”

The man let out a light laugh: “You’re somewhat like Jiasen, both of you, brother and sister, are quite characterful, I really like it.”

“Then can you let my little brother go?”

“Sorry, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“After searching for several years, I’ve finally found a suitable successor. How could I let him go so easily?”

“Your voice sounds young to me. Why do you need a successor at such a young age? You could just have your own child and let them succeed you.”

” I’ m not young anymore.”

The man chuckled comfortably: “In any case, I can’t have children, and even if I could, I wouldn’t let him succeed.”

“Why?”

“Because what I do is lick the blade for a living, with so many enemies, carefulness is not enough to prevent loss of life. I was harmed into infertility, if I had a child, how could I let the child risk it?”

After hearing this, Qiao Yin was filled with anger and chill. His business was indeed shady!

She can’t let Jiasen take the role of his so-called successor then!

This isn’t a successor at all, this is a scapegoat!

“I want to see my younger brother!”

“I will not let you see him today or in the future. He’s my adoptive son now, not someone you can see whenever you want.”

The calm mask Qiao Yin was maintaining finally broke, revealing her anxiety and anger: “He’s just sixteen years old, he doesn’t understand anything. You’re deceived him, you’re utterly conscienceless!”

“I didn’t deceive him. Everything I told you, I told him as well, even more, in greater detail. He chose to stay.”

The man didn’t seem to be angry at her words, he continued in his leisurely tone: “Miss Qiao, high reward inevitably comes with high risk. My vast fortune won’t simply be inherited easily, but rest assured, I won’t recklessly send him to his death. After all, I want him to support me in my old age!”

Qiao Yin gritted her teeth: “I can help cure your infertility, you can have a child of your own to support you when you are old. Let my younger brother go!”

The man fell silent. After a while, he said: “I have consulted famous doctors all over the world, it can’t be cured. I know your family has medical knowledge, but I have given up, you can’t cure me either. I appreciate your good intentions.”

“How do you know I can’t cure you if you haven’t tried?”

“If you knew who I am, you wouldn’t want to cure me.”

A great suspicion rose in Qiao Yin’s heart. She was certain she had never heard this voice before, she obviously didn’t know him.

Why did he say that?

“Who are you?”

Instead of answering, the man asked: “Are you sure you don’t want the gift?”

“I don’t want it. Who are you?”

“This gift, I wanted to give it to you for Jiasen’s sake. I originally didn’t want to give it, but because you’re rejecting me so adamantly, I have no choice but to give it anyway!”

Qiao Yin was speechless. As expected, the creator of such a dark syndicate was not normal!

“However, after giving you this gift, you may not thank me, but you can’t hate me, nor can you teach Jiasen to hate me.”

Qiao Yin didn’t know what kind of gift he was going to give, creating such a mysterious effect, making her even more resistant.

He’s giving a gift, why would she hate him for that?

The next second, she heard him say: “The ones who hired Long Wu to kill your grandmother were from the Lan Family.”

Qiao Yin was shaken: “What did you say?!”

“I am the middleman you’ve been looking for. People in the industry call me — the King of Hell.”

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