Fit For Your Love

"Do you want money?"

Taking pictures was just a better way to threaten.

But no matter how to threaten, there was an ultimate goal.

Money.

Michael and Ann had the audacity to kidnap them. They must do this for money.

A trace of surprise flashed across Michael's eyes and he clapped his hands. "No wonder you're Mr. Weston's ex-wife, the current wife of a talented violinist. You are really smart."

"How much?"

Olivia ignored Michael and asked directly.

Michael's eyes twitched and he smiled. "How much do you have?"

"Tell me the number. Let me see."

The smile in Michael's eyes disappeared in an instant, and there was greed and lust in his eyes. "One billion."

Olivia stopped talking.

Although she did not speak, Olivia's face lit up with a big smile.

"You are really greedy."

Michael shook his head and said seriously, "Miss Hadley is wrong."

"A talented violinist might not be able to have a billion. But for Mr. Weston, the president of SHS Group, that's a drop in the ocean."

Olivia's face darkened.

The smile on her face disappeared in the blink of an eye and her face turned cool.

Michael looked at her darkened face and continued, "I'm not so greedy. Just a billion. Mr. Weston can take it out."

"Of course, everyone knows Mr. Weston's tricks. He can give me a billion dollars today, but I won't know how I might die tomorrow." "So... Please cooperate with me."

Taking nude photos of Olivia was just to protect himself from being killed after getting the money.

Finding Olivia did not move or speak and only her eyes were cold, Ann could not figure out what Olivia was thinking.

Ann smiled and said, "Olivia, don't you want to cooperate? If you don't want to, then don't blame me for being rude."

As she spoke, the stick in her hand was raised again.

Olivia said, "Why do you think Everett will give you a billion for me?"

"Or do you think Everett and I haven't divorced yet?"

Michael laughed. "Miss Hadley, you don't have to say that now. We're sure we can threaten Mr. Weston with you." Olivia closed her eyes and then opened her eyes again. "Well, since you are so sure, then I will tell you a way."

"A safer and more effective way than this."

Michael raised his eyebrows.

Ann's eyes were filled with doubt.

Obviously, neither of them expected Olivia to answer this way.

Olivia continued, "Everett will not be threatened. Even if he is threatened, he will make those who threaten him suffer a hundred or even a thousand times pain."

"If he's willing to give you a billion, it means that he cares about me. But in fact, what he cares about is his reputation. If you threaten him with my photos, you're threatening his reputation. Do you think he'll let you go so easily?"

Michael and Ann's faces changed.

"I suggest that you don't take my nude photos but use photoshop, so he can find out that the pictures are fake."

"Even if the processed fake pictures are leaked out, he could just clarify it. It won't make any difference. He won't kill you all, and you can live your life with that billion."

One billion. Use it well enough for a lifetime.

Michael and Ann stopped talking.

Olivia also stopped talking.

She was done with what she had to say. What to do was up to them.

But soon, Olivia thought of something and said, "Everett is at the scene of today's new product launch. Since I left suddenly, soon they'll know that I'm missing."

"Mr. Qih may not know that Everett is very good at finding people. I believe that if he wants to find me, he will be here soon. By then..."

Olivia paused and stopped talking, but Michael understood.

His face suddenly froze.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Panic flashed across Ann's eyes.

People who wanted money naturally cherished their lives more.

If life was not guaranteed, what was the point of having money?

Ann didn't know what to do and looked at Michael.

Michael was obviously the backbone, and Ann trusted him.

Michael looked at Olivia and thought about Olivia's words to see how credible they were.

Olivia was relaxed and allowed Michael to look at her without being nervous.

After a while, Michael said, "It seems that you know Everett very well."

Olivia's eyelashes drooped.

"But..."

Michael paused, then a gleam of light flashed across his eyes. "You are right. However, If I just randomly put your face at a nude woman, it can't threaten Mr. Weston at all. Then how can I get the one billion?" Since the pictures were fake, they could be clarified easily. How to pose the threat?

Olivia pursed her lips and her nails stuck into her palms. "I have a cinnabar mole on my chest."

Michael curled his lips. "Then I only want a picture of this."