Chapter 87 High Interest Loan
Josie leaned against the wall and pondered. Shortly after, her cell phone rang again. It was an unknown number, but it had a Wavery area code. She furrowed her brows.
“Who is this?”
A man’s voice came from the other end. It sounded sinister. “Ms. Warren, do you want your brother to live?”
It was a threat. Josie was startled, and her eyes immediately widened. Justin!
She gripped the corner of her clothes tightly and tried calming herself down. “Don’t threaten me! If you’ve done your research, you’d know that I’m not Justin’s biological sister. I won’t save him!”
“Oh?” Laughter came from the other side. There seemed to be many people there. “Did you hear that? You’re so useless that even your sister doesn’t want to save you!”
There was the sound of a knife slicing. Justin cried out miserably, “Sis! Help me! Sis!”
Josie froze on the spot. “Who are you? Where are you from?”
“What do you think? Your brother owes us over half a million. I’m giving you half an hour. Come to Heaven on Earth and help him pay it off. Otherwise, I’m going to kill him!” It was Justin’s debtor!
Half a million…
“No way! I’ve seen his credit report. It’s only around two hundred thousand. Don’t lie to me!”
“Haha, two hundred thousand!” The people on the other end roared in laughter. It was as though they had heard a hilarious joke. “Do you know which loan your brother took up? It’s a loan with very high interest! The interest goes up to a few thousand daily. His debt reached five hundred thousand a long freaking time. ago!TM
High interest loan… It was no joke. When members of organized crime were enraged, nothing could
them!
stop
Josie’s palms were sweating. “I don’t have money, and I can’t save him. You’re just in time. I was worried that I had no way to punish him. You can help me do it!”
After that, she immediately hung up!
don’t have blood relations, you’re better than blood–related siblings. Never let there be bad blood between you two.
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