Lilah relinquished her grasp on his head, reaching for a handkerchief to cleanse her own hands. Chris, observing this, was taken aback. He had teetered on the precipice of death, yet her concern was for cleanliness?

“Hurry, speak!" Lilah intoned icily.

"I... I can return ten million to you but I genuinely possess nothing more. In reality, I am actually losing money on this.

Otherwise, why would I refuse to return the funds and incur debtor status? This ten million constitutes my retirement fund and I am surrendering it all to you!" Chris hastened to explain.

The manner in which he quivered with fear and fervently explained himself bore the hallmark of authenticity.

To any other observer, his words might seem plausible.

Lilah's smile widened ever so slightly. “Is that the truth?"

"Truly, I solemnly swear upon the lives of my family!" Chris declared with a profound sincerity. At this juncture, he believed his words possessed an unassailable conviction.

Yet, concealed within the recesses of his heart, he harbored a stark truth: his family had long since departed from this world, and his wife had departed as well. He bore no trepidation!

Confronting a young woman of this nature, he was well-versed in the art of manipulation.

"Very well," Lilah murmured softly.

Chris discerned that he had successfully navigated this trial. “May I be released now, then? I shall procure the funds for you."

"Sure."

With unbridled anticipation, Chris moved to stand and hasten his escape.

Ha-ha, the fool! Did she genuinely believe he would capitulate and yield the money? No, his priority lay with the authorities. This imbecile, Lilah, had dared to subject him to this ordeal. Her audacity knew no bounds!

Chris’ smile gradually morphed into one of malevolence. However, in an abrupt twist of fate, a vice-like grip seized his collar from behind. Before he could react, a whirlwind propelled him once more into the water basin.

On this occasion, he swallowed several mouthfuls of water, unable to regain his breath.

The specter of impending demise filled him with unbridled terror.

He even entertained the unsettling premonition that Lilah might genuinely end his life.

“Regarding the fifty million..." The woman's voice resonated as if from the realm of spirits. "You need not pay the sum but I cannot allow this transgression to go unpunished. Deem it the cost to secure your existence. In any case, as you astutely observed, there are no surveillance cameras here. Isn't that quite convenient?"

Chris found himself in a situation he could have never anticipated—his very own words turned into a weapon wielded against him.

In the absence of any surveillance cameras, even if Lilah had killed him, no one would ever know.

The formidable aura surrounding this woman was truly spine-chilling!

She was no ordinary woman but something far more sinister.