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After hanging up the phone, Molly looked at her father, Johnny, beside her with some helplessness and said, "You heard it too. It's impossible for you to not spend a penny, but he has already reduced it by a hundred million dollars for my sake. After all, this is a human life, and a hundred million dollars is not a lot, especially since the money is going to charity."

Johnny said with a bitter face, "Where would I get that much money? You know, I've basically had no extra income over the years. Most of my money comes from the monthly dividends and living expenses that the family foundation sends me. It adds up to less than five million dollars a year, and I'm living a very tight life."

Molly sat on the sofa, frowning, and said, "Weren't you always tinkering with those artworks and antiques? You even told me before that you made a lot of money in that business."

Johnny continued to complain about being broke: "You know, the art market hasn't been doing so well these past two years. Dealing with antiques is incredibly difficult and risky. If I accidentally buy a fake, I'll lose everything. So, at most, I deal with niche art pieces, making a small profit. I don't earn much in a year, just enough for my hard work. Of course, I did make some money before, but my expenses were also high; I basically spent it all."

Molly said, "Then you'll have to borrow from your grandfather, or have your girlfriend's family contribute some money. You can't have to pay for all of this $100 million by yourself. Otherwise, like Chen Feng said, you might as well go to jail."

“Oh God, baby! It hurts me so much to hear you say that. How can you really bear to send me to jail?” Johnny looked at her with a sad and distressed expression.

Molly sighed, "I've asked around, and in your case, you'll probably only serve two or three years in prison at most. Maybe after you've served a few months, we can find a way to get you out on parole or medical parole."

Johnny shook his head in protest, saying, "That won't do! You have to understand, I'm also a member of the Lampson family. No one in our family has ever been to jail before. If I break that rule, wouldn't I bring shame to the entire family?"

Molly glanced at him and said, "This matter has already been reported by the media, so what's there to be ashamed of? Besides, everyone sympathizes with you and thinks that you only made a small mistake, not that it was intentional. So a few months in jail will be enough, and you can save a lot of money. Otherwise, you'll have to borrow money from your grandfather and the family."

"No! I absolutely refuse to go. There's no way I'd go to jail. God knows how twisted those people are in prison. If I go, I'm doomed!" Johnny shouted in a panic.

Molly looked at him speechlessly and said, "If you go to jail, our family will naturally put in a good word with the prison. If they know you're from the Lampson family, they definitely won't dare to touch you. Don't worry, you'll definitely have a very comfortable time in there."

“No, no, no, no!” Johnny waved his hands repeatedly. “I told you, I can’t go to jail. You’re my daughter, you have to find a way for me.”

Molly looked at her father, who was acting like a rogue, and felt both angry and helpless. She said irritably, "What can I do? I've already asked Chen Feng for help, and he's already reduced your treatment costs by a hundred million dollars. What more do you want? Do you know how much I've lost face with him because of you? He definitely doesn't have a good impression of me now."

"No, darling, I can tell he loves you very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reduced the price by a hundred million dollars just for your sake. Why don't you beg him again? Ask him to reduce the price a little more, how about half again? If it's fifty million dollars, I'll grit my teeth and shamelessly borrow it from your grandfather."

"That's impossible. He's already made it very clear. If I plead with him again, all our relationship will be over. You don't want to see me break up with him, do you?"

Johnny sighed deeply, his face full of frustration. He was truly unlucky this time. He was very satisfied with his girlfriend in every way, and they even had plans to get engaged and married, but then this mess happened. Now her family is relentlessly pursuing him, and if it weren't for the old man's intervention, he might not have been able to get bailed out.

Molly, seeing her father's state, felt a pang of pity. After hesitating for a while, she said helplessly, "How about this, I'll talk to Grandpa. After all, he's your biological father, so he'll definitely have to give you some money. Also, you can borrow some money from the family in your own name. Most importantly, after you cure your girlfriend's grandmother, you need to get at least fifty million US dollars from her family. That means we'll only have to pay fifty million. It's not a small amount, but it'll save you from jail time, so it's not a bad deal."

“Where would they get so much money? Her father is a lawyer, but he only earns two or three million dollars a year. Her mother is a judge, but she doesn’t have much money either; her uncle is a state legislator, but he’s not worth more than a hundred million dollars. It’s impossible for him to come up with so much money to treat her grandmother.”

Molly glanced at him and said, "Don't you know that her grandmother actually has quite a bit of wealth? It's mainly from her grandfather. First, there's a large farm, worth about twenty million US dollars; second, her grandmother also has shares in a mine, worth over ten million US dollars. Also, her grandmother's family is said to be of noble birth, so she should have quite a bit of jewelry and ornaments. Adding all that together, she should be able to come up with thirty or forty million US dollars. In addition, her aunt married a billionaire, and her family also has a lot of money. If her father and uncle can chip in another ten or twenty million, it's definitely possible."

“That’s impossible,” Johnny shook his head. “How could they possibly spend so much money on an old lady who’s almost eighty? Even if she survives this time, she probably won’t live for more than a few years. So I don’t think they would be willing to save her. Besides, are you suggesting that they sell her grandmother’s farm, mining shares, and jewelry?”

“We haven’t even tried, how do we know it won’t work? If you don’t want to step in, then I will. I’ll talk to them. Otherwise, there’s nothing I can do. You might as well just go to jail; you’ll be out in a few months at most.”

"No, no, no, I absolutely cannot go to jail!" Johnny shook his head again and said shamelessly, "My darling, this time Daddy can only rely on you. I'll leave everything to you. Go and take care of it for me. I'll be waiting for your good news."

Molly felt exhausted looking at her father like this, but there was nothing she could do; after all, he was her biological father.

……

Around ten o'clock, Yasser arrived at Beverly Hills again and stood in front of Melina's mansion.

He hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward and pressing the doorbell.

In the living room where they had been before, Yasser stood before Pierre and Melina with a gloomy expression.

Pierre, however, greeted us with a bright smile and outstretched arms, saying warmly, "My friend, you've finally come! It's a pleasure to be your friend. Come, please have a seat. Melina, quickly go and pour our friend a cup of coffee."

Pierre, at this moment, exuded the air of a confident and powerful figure. He rose, gently embraced Yasser, and then gestured for him to sit down on the sofa. Melina obediently poured two cups of coffee and placed them in front of them, then quietly sat down beside Pierre.

“Now I’m here. I wonder if you still remember what you said before?” Yasser said expressionlessly.

“OK, I stand by what I said, and I always keep my word. Look, this is my gift to you.” With that, Pierre took a cash check from his jacket pocket and handed it to Asier.

Yasser didn't stand on ceremony and took the check. Sure enough, it was a cash check for two hundred thousand US dollars, which could be cashed at any time. This made him feel much better; at least the trip hadn't been a waste of time.

"Thank you." Yasser politely expressed his gratitude and put the check in his pocket.

Pierre's smile widened when he saw that he had accepted the money: "Great! You've accepted it, which means you've accepted me as a friend. Come, let's have a drink to celebrate our friendship." He raised his coffee in a gesture of respect. Asier, being accommodating, raised his coffee and lightly clinked it with his, and they each took a sip.

Yasser stared at Pierre, the merchant he had previously ignored, his eyes flickering for a moment, before taking the initiative to speak: "Since you keep your word, I'm willing to be your friend. Well, I have some information here, I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Pierre paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Of course I'm interested. Don't worry, I'm willing to pay for any information that's useful to me. But could you tell me what it's about first?"

Yasser nodded and said, “This is news about a ‘medical miracle.’ I guarantee that it will shock you and even overturn your worldview. And I guarantee that this news is 100% true and reliable. Actually, I came to Los Angeles this time because of this news. My superior sent me to carry out a mission, but it turned out that the other party was very powerful and had an amazing background. While I was still on the plane, my superior suddenly canceled the mission originally assigned to me.”

"A medical miracle?" Pierre asked, puzzled. Then, thinking of his mother suffering greatly from illness, he immediately asked, "Can this medical miracle you're talking about completely cure diabetes?"

Yasser smiled slightly and said confidently, "Based on the information I have, it can treat all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases, including cancer, autism, and depression. So, in my opinion, it is very possible to completely cure diabetes."

Although Pierre and Melina thought the words were a bit exaggerated, they couldn't help but believe them a little because of each other's expressions and identities.

Pierre said eagerly, "Then tell me the details. I'll definitely pay you if you tell me."

Yasser glanced solemnly at the doorway, noticing the two bodyguards were too far away to hear, then looked at Melina and said, "I guarantee the information is reliable, but you must promise not to leak it. Otherwise, my superiors will definitely investigate, and not only will I be in trouble, but you will be too. You should understand the power of our Department of Homeland Security."

Yasser continued, “I’m not afraid to tell you, my boss is the Assistant Deputy Secretary of Homeland Security, and I’m his trusted subordinate. You guessed my identity before, but I’m not worried because as long as I plead with my boss, he will definitely protect me. Your complaints or reports don’t really do much good in our department. But I still came here in the end, not because I’m afraid of you, but because I need money. Something happened in my family, and my wife and children are in the hospital.”

“I understand, I understand.” Pierre nodded repeatedly, defending his earlier threat. “I genuinely want to be your friend. It’s only natural that I was a little angry because you approached my girlfriend. But now we’re friends, and if you need money, I’ll definitely help you.”

“Okay, then I’ll get straight to the point. You’ll have to pay me $500,000 for this information, and I guarantee it’s worth that much. If I were to sell this information to a terminally ill billionaire, it would be worth at least a million.”

Pierre frowned slightly, then laughed heartily, "Alright! If it's really worth that much money, I'll definitely pay."

Yasser nodded in satisfaction, no longer keeping him in suspense: "My mission in Los Angeles this time is to secretly capture a Chinese man who can cure various terminal illnesses such as cancer, autism, and depression. His name is Chen Feng, and he possesses special healing abilities. Among his cured patients is Senator Bellis's daughter, Natalie, a girl who suffered from brain cancer and was told by doctors that she had only two or three months to live, but she is now living very well and is very healthy. In addition, there is the California super-rich Carl Hicks, you should have heard of him, right?"

“Karl Hicks?” Pierre looked shocked. “Of course I know him. My family used to do business with him. Last year I learned that he was paralyzed and in a wheelchair, supposedly due to a serious illness. But he has never revealed the specifics of his illness to the outside world.”

Yasser chuckled, “He actually had cancer too, late stage. He was very rich and assembled a top-notch medical team to serve him alone, trying to conquer cancer, but it was basically all in vain. Then he was lucky enough to meet this Chinese man, Chen Feng, who cured him instantly. Now he's no longer in a wheelchair and is in excellent health. If you don't believe me, you can find out through your own channels. Tell me, isn't this information worth half a million dollars?”

Pierre's expression shifted, while Melina's eyes widened in shock. Pierre said, "If all this is true, this news is indeed worth half a million dollars. Wait a moment, I'll go verify it right away."

After saying that, he walked to the window and started making a phone call. About ten minutes later, he came back with a smile on his face, reached out and shook hands with Yasser: "Your information is indeed accurate. At least about Carl Hicks, it's completely correct. I've confirmed that he's very healthy now, and he can even run five kilometers every morning when he exercises."

Yasser smiled and said, "That's good. This Chinese man, Chen Feng, is indeed very amazing, so I think it's entirely possible that he can cure diabetes. However, I must warn you that the price you'll have to pay to get treatment from him will definitely be very high."

Pierre nodded in agreement: "Of course. If I had that ability, and a terminally ill tycoon came to me, I would be entitled to half of his fortune."

“Alright, I’ve given you the information. Now, keep your promise. Give me a $500,000 intelligence fee.” Yasser demanded the money directly.

Although he just received $200,000, it is certainly not enough to cover the subsequent treatment and post-operative recovery costs for his wife and two children.

Pierre pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Your information is worth this price. I can transfer the equivalent amount of cryptocurrency to you right now."

Yasser's face lit up with joy: "Okay, no problem."

The two picked up their phones and quickly completed the transaction.

"Great job!" Yasser praised him sincerely, giving him a thumbs up.

Pierre was so generous and straightforward that Yasser got $70 from him in one go. If he had known earlier, why would he have bothered to set up the whole scheme?

At this moment, Yasser was genuinely starting to consider making him his friend.

Therefore, he proactively gave Chen Feng his contact information and his current location.

“You too,” Pierre said with a smile. “The information you provided is very useful. To be honest, my mother has had severe diabetes for over ten years, and she suffers from the pain every day. So, I want to find this Chinese man to treat my mother.”

Yasser's eyes flickered, and he praised, "You are a truly good son."

"Thank you."

The two exchanged further compliments, but Yasser, eager to return to Washington, didn't linger and took his leave a few minutes later. (End of Chapter)