My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1330 Compensation of Ten Million  

“You’re Janet, aren’t you? The one who killed my sister? What did she do to deserve that?”

“You won’t escape our grasp, you monster!”

“Either go to jail or compensate us financially! We won’t let you get away with this!”

The towering men fired off accusations, their greedy, predatory gazes roving over Janet, calculating the potential monetary gain they could squeeze from her.

The supposed kin of the late Vivi bore no signs of genuine grief in their eyes, only ruthless greed and cold calculation, akin to a pack of wild beasts hungrily sizing up their next meal. Their brazen stares and vulgar words ignited a flame of fury in Janet.

She didn’t believe they were seeking justice for Vivi; instead, it seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to exploit her supposed guilt for their own financial gain.

“Seems to me you’re more interested in my wallet than in justice,” Janet retorted, struggling to keep her anger in check. “If it’s just money you want, I suggest you turn around. We have nothing further to discuss.”

took my niece from us. Isn’t it fair that we get some recompense? Money can’t fix what you’ve done. It’s only just that you pay with

What’s wrong with demanding

“You’re rich, aren’t you? Why the penny- pinching? You’ve taken a life-that’s a grave sin. If we call the cops, you could be behind bars

nearly laughed in bitter disbelief. “So, how much will it take to soothe your wounded hearts?”

of extortion, a spark of sadistic pleasure

cleared his throat, eyes gleaming as he raised a single finger.

disbelief,

jutting out defiantly. “One million? That’s a pittance… It doesn’t begin to cover Vivi’s lost life. She was young, vibrant, with a full life ahead. Fair compensation would be a hundred million! But we won’t be that demanding. Just ten million

by their audacity. She couldn’t help a cold,

merely leeches, devoid of emotion. They showed no interest in the truth of Vivi’s demise; they simply saw it as a golden opportunity to fill their pockets. For them, the identity of the perpetrator didn’t matter as long as they

this, fury surged within Brandon like a tidal wave. These people had started slinging mud at Janet the moment they saw her. They weren’t here to seek justice for Vivi, but to wring money from

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