The stout man couldn't help but glance at Sabrina. The person on the phone sounded quite young. She wasn't lying to him, was she?

The stout man said in a sinister tone, “Are you Corless, the chairman of Trang Clothing?"

“Who are you?" Tyrone demanded, his gaze narrowed. The question was a little strange, but based on the current situation, Tyrone had a niggling suspicion, so he didn't outrightly refute the question.

The stout man took Tyrone's question as an answer in the affirmative and snorted.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have your daughter. If you don't want anything to happen to her, you must get five million in cash. Three days from now, I must see that money."