After the divorce, I started to transfer

“I am a police officer from the Washington, D.C. Police Department, number… I regret to inform you that your daughter was involved in a serious car accident while crossing the street. She was hit by a speeding car that fled the scene, and the police are making every effort to apprehend it.”

Yasser's brain went blank for a second, as if a bomb had exploded in his ears. He was completely stunned by the sudden news. He shouted into the microphone, "You're lying! You're talking nonsense! How could my daughter have been hit by a car? She was clearly picking up her sister. By the way, where's my little daughter? Where's my Lulu? Is she alright?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know anything about your youngest daughter at the moment. Only this girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was found at the accident scene. We don't know her specific name yet, but we found your contact information in her phone's address book, which is marked as 'father'."

As Yasser breathed a sigh of relief, his heart quickly tightened again. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "This phone you're holding belongs to my eldest daughter, Hana. You said she was in a car accident... Which hospital is she in now? What's her condition?"

"I'm sorry, sir. Your daughter's condition doesn't look good. She has multiple fractures and severe internal bleeding. She's been taken to the operating room for emergency treatment..."

Upon hearing this, Yasser turned pale and began to tremble. He lost his grip on the phone, which fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Although he loved his son most, followed by his obedient youngest daughter, his relationship with his eldest daughter was actually the worst among the three children. But this didn't mean he didn't love her, nor did it mean he would stand by and watch her die. On the contrary, deep down, he always loved his eldest daughter. Especially when she was young, he cherished her dearly. Before he brought her to Melika, she was always so sensible and well-behaved, completely unlike the rebellious girl she had become in the last two years.

Even though his eldest daughter has a fiery temper and their relationship is strained, he still cherishes her dearly in his heart.

The sound of his phone falling to the ground startled him. He quickly picked it up and pleaded, "Officer, please, you must find a way to save my daughter. I beg you. I'm Yasser Abdul Rahman, I work for the Department of Homeland Security, and I'm currently in Los Angeles on a very important mission. I'll get back as soon as possible; I'll book tickets right away. Please, you must save my daughter. I'll spend whatever it takes. Please get me the best doctor."

Upon hearing Yasser identify himself, the police officers were visibly taken aback, their tone immediately becoming much more serious: "Yes, sir. The hospital is doing everything they can to save her. Please rest assured, your daughter is not in immediate danger, but her injuries are quite severe, so you'd better be prepared."

Upon hearing that his eldest daughter was out of immediate danger, Asier finally breathed a sigh of relief. As if he had survived a catastrophe, or had been reunited with someone he had lost, he said in a trembling voice, "Thank you... thank you, officer. I'll take the next flight back to Washington immediately. Please, please take good care of my daughter for me, I beg you."

"Yes, sir. It's my duty."

After another round of thanks, Yasser ended the call. He then immediately called Julian.

“Boss… Hannah’s in trouble too. She was in a car accident, and it’s serious. The police in Washington just called me. Could you go check on her? And… and Lulu, Lulu is still at school. Hannah was supposed to pick her up, but now no one’s there. Please go pick Lulu up for me. I don’t have anyone conscious in my family anymore. Please look after her…”

Julian stood there stunned for a long while, clearly not expecting such a series of tragedies to happen. His tone was grave as he said, "Yasser, what exactly happened? I was just about to head to the hospital to check on your wife..."

Yasser said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Boss, please, could you please go to the school and pick up Lulu right now? I'll call the school right away. I don't want anything to happen to Lulu, I really can't take any more, please."

Julian hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, I understand. I'll go to school to pick Lulu up right away. Don't worry, she'll be fine with me here."

Yasser looked sorrowful and pained as he spoke into the microphone, "God help me... Please, boss. Go pick Lulu up from school right now. You know which school she goes to, right?"

“Of course I know. I went with you when she went to register for school,” Julian reassured her.

"Okay... thank you for your help."

"No need for such formalities. Let's leave it at that for now, I'll drive to the school right away. That's all, let's keep in touch."

After hanging up the phone, Yasser's fingers trembled as he pulled up the phone number of his youngest daughter's elementary school teacher.

At Meilijia, although the school does not have the explicit title of "homeroom teacher," in the primary school stage, all subject teachers are responsible for communicating and contacting parents, and to a large extent, they assume the responsibilities of a homeroom teacher.

Yasser must confirm that Lulu is still safe and sound at school.

Today's events were just too bizarre. One thing after another happened to his family members: first his son, then his wife, and now even his eldest daughter. It looked like the whole family was about to be wiped out.

Now, only his youngest daughter and he himself are safe, which makes him extremely worried about her safety. If something were to happen to his youngest daughter, he might completely collapse.

Soon, the call from the generalist teacher was answered.

“Hello, Ms. Marilla. I am Lulu’s father, Asier. We have met a few times before.”

"Oh, of course, Yasser, hello. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Ms. Marilla, is my daughter still at school? Something came up at home today, and I couldn't pick her up on time. My colleague will pick her up later."

Ms. Marilla was immediately surprised and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Your daughter has already been picked up. She said that you had something to do at home today, and that she was your colleague. Lulu also knows her and said she was willing to go with her. She also contacted your wife by phone, and your wife agreed."

Upon hearing this, Yasser nearly collapsed. His mind went blank for a moment. He suppressed his unease and fear, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is she a woman? What's her name? What does she look like? What race is she?"

Ms. Marilla also sensed something was wrong from Yasser's words and explained with some alarm, "She introduced herself as Ahlyna, a Latina, around 30 years old, and about 5 feet 7 inches tall, or 1.7 meters."

Upon hearing the name, Yasser felt a slight sense of relief, for this woman was indeed his colleague. The two had previously worked together on a mission in Latin America.

Last Christmas, Ahlyna visited his home and brought Christmas gifts for his family, especially his three children. She also seemed to have a lot of fun playing with his youngest daughter.

Last month, he took his family to Disneyland and happened to run into Ahelina, who seemed to really like his youngest daughter. The two spent most of the day together at Disneyland, and it was clear that his youngest daughter also liked Ahelina. However, ultimately, he and Ahelina were just colleagues. Even though they had worked on the same mission together, their relationship wasn't close enough for him to entrust his family to her.

Moreover, Yasser hadn't contacted the other party beforehand to ask for help looking after his child. Now, Ahlina had taken his youngest daughter away without his consent or prior communication, which made him suspicious and wary.

Deep down, he believed that Ahrina wouldn't do anything to harm his youngest daughter. After all, she was also a Department of Homeland Security employee, and the two had previously worked together and had a fairly good relationship. They had no animosity towards each other.

However, no matter what, we definitely need to contact Ahelina herself immediately.

Having figured this out, Yasser calmed down, his tone becoming more composed. He thanked Professor Marilla and hung up the phone. He then immediately found Ahrina's number and dialed it.

The phone rang for a while before being answered. This eased Yasser's mind a little. After all, the fact that the call went through meant that the other party probably didn't harbor much hostility towards him or his daughter.

"Hello, Lina, I heard you took my daughter Lulu away? Is that true? Is she with you now?"

Yasser went straight to the point, without any pleasantries. After all, the most important thing right now was the whereabouts and safety of his youngest daughter.

Ahrina laughed on the other end of the phone and said, "Yes, your daughter is here with me, but she's not with me right now. She's asleep, sleeping very well."

Upon hearing this, Yasser immediately sensed something was amiss, and his heart tightened. He asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean? It's only a little past 4 p.m., why is she sleeping?"

Ahlyna continued with a smile, "She ate something and then fell asleep. Don't worry, she's with me, and I'm perfectly safe here."

Upon hearing this, Yasser became even more alarmed and raised his voice, demanding, "Ahrina! What are you doing? Why did you pick up my child from school without my permission? What are you trying to do? Do you know you're playing with fire?"

Ahrina's voice immediately turned cold as she said, "Yasser, we've been colleagues for several years. We know each other fairly well. I've always considered you my friend, but you haven't considered me your friend. So, I'm very angry."

Yasser paused for a moment, then questioned, "What do you mean by this? Just say what you want to say, don't play games with me like this."

"Okay, then I'll be frank with you. I know you're making extra money on the side. Of course, I do it occasionally too, but you're obviously earning more than me. So I think we can team up and make some extra money together. Like last time you leaked the information to Alfred ahead of time, you must have made a lot. I was planning to do the same, but you beat me to it. So, if you were in my shoes, wouldn't you be angry?"

Upon hearing this, Yasser's heart skipped a beat. He had thought he had covered his tracks perfectly when he sold intelligence to a transnational criminal organization, that no one would suspect him. After all, obtaining that intelligence was purely accidental, and he assumed no one in his unit knew he had learned of it. But now Ahrina knew, and knew he had leaked the information. Of course, he would never admit it, not even if he were killed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What Alfred? I don't know him at all."

"Yasser, that's not a good way to put it. Of course, I understand your concerns. So you don't need to admit it, and I don't need you to admit it, but I hope we can do business like this together in the future and make money together. Like I said before, I've always considered you a friend. But unfortunately, you haven't considered me a friend. So, to prove that you also consider me a friend, I want half of your earnings from last time. That's fair, isn't it? After all, I was originally interested in that business, but you snatched it away. Of course, you can also consider this hush money. Otherwise, I might very well report some information I have about you to the higher-level supervisory department."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t been earning any extra money as you’re saying.” Yasser denied it again at first, but then, fearing he might offend the other person, he changed his tune and said, “Of course, I’ve always considered you a friend, so don’t deny that. If you need money, I can lend you some. But it’s not a lot; I can only come up with $5 at most.”

Ahrina laughed and said, "$5 is too little. I need at least $20 right now. I want to pay off the mortgage on my house early, and I'm just $20 short. If you lend it to me, I believe you truly consider me a friend."

After a moment of silence, Yasser clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, I can lend you $20. But I can only give it to you after I see my daughter. I'm in Los Angeles right now. Also... my wife is in critical condition, and my daughter is in critical condition too. They're both in bad shape and need money. You understand what I mean, I can only lend you the $20 in installments."

"Sure. But it will take a maximum of two months. You need to lend me $20 within two months. Otherwise, you know, there are some things I find hard to control my tongue."

Ahrina seemed completely unsurprised or unannounced about what had happened to her family, as if she already knew. Of course, it's also possible that Ahrina is simply a cold-blooded person, which is why she was completely indifferent to such a misfortune befalling her family.

This gave Yasser a slight jolt. With his family members suffering one misfortune after another, even he, with his slowed reflexes, sensed something was amiss. He now suspected someone was plotting against him, seeking revenge, and had started by targeting his family.

Now, besides himself, his wife and three children have all run into trouble one after another.

He racked his brains, trying to recall which enemies he had offended. But it seemed that most of them were either dead or in prison. If they really wanted revenge, they would have done so long ago.

So, has he offended anyone recently? Thinking about it, it seems to be this Chinese entrepreneur and philanthropist. According to the information, this Chinese man is in a relationship with the heiress of the Lampson family, has treated California billionaires like Carl Hickson, and even treated Senator Bellis's daughter.

His superior, Julian, was likely acting under orders to arrest him, and this trusted subordinate of Julian became the executor. But now, the plan has suddenly been cancelled. Needless to say, it was the connections and influence behind this Chinese man that came into play.

If he hadn't wanted to earn some extra money, he wouldn't have wanted to continue targeting Chen Feng, this Chinese man. After all, the other party did have some connections.

But he only wanted to gain a small advantage from the other party. At most, it would be $100 million, which, split between him and Kalim, would only leave him with $50. And what was $100 million to someone like Chen Feng, who had a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars? But he had only just started planning, so how could Chen Feng know that he was targeting him? Unless Kalim, his accomplice, leaked the information.

Yasser was puzzled and unsure whether this series of retaliatory actions were Chen Feng's doing. He could only suppress his doubts for the time being. He spoke into the microphone, "Could you let me see my daughter?"

“Of course.” Ahrina readily agreed. “I’ll video call you. She’s sleeping in my room, like a little kitten, so cute. I really like her, you know that. So don’t worry, since something happened at your house, it’s no problem for me to look after her for a couple of days. You’re welcome.”

"Alright, thank you for your trouble." Yasser's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flashing within them. (End of Chapter)