Chapter 42: Ryan Pays Debt But A Condition...

"That husband of yours didn’t just take off with our money, but also the bank’s. He forged documents and tricked many lenders into giving him loans. It was clearly premeditated."

"He’s suspected of loan fraud. If they catch him, he’s looking at prison time for sure. And before he left, he sold off the company and everything else."

The fat man tapped the table and said, "Beautiful... we checked. Your husband didn’t use the money for business operations like he claimed. He put it all into cryptocurrency."

"This is textbook loan fraud. He probably lost it all gambling and that’s why he ran."

Yana felt like the sky had fallen. She slumped into a chair and said trembling, "So he still owes the bank too... that summons really was real."

The fat man chuckled, stood up, and said, "That’s right. Marital joint debt. Even if they killed both of you, you still couldn’t pay it back."

He walked behind Yana, placed his hands on her shoulders, and stared at her deep cleavage, unable to help swallowing hard.

His greasy hands slowly moved, seeming to want to go lower. Those were a pair of full, heavy breasts that any man would instinctively yearn for.

Yana shrieked in fright, quickly dodged away, and retreated to the corner, trembling as she said, "You bastard, what are you trying to do?"

"Obviously, paying off the debt with your body!"

The fat man licked his lips as he approached step by step, saying, "If you end up getting arrested and sent to prison too, then I’d have lost all that money for nothing."

"Dream on!"

Yana grabbed the small knife used for cutting lamb off the table, pointed it at him, and said trembling, "If you dare come any closer, we’ll die together."

"Oh, a virtuous and chaste woman, huh? In this day and age?"

The fat man laughed and didn’t come any closer. He sneered, "Beautiful, we live in an era where people mock poverty, not prostitution. After being screwed over by your own husband like this, does it even matter anymore?"

"Why don’t you think about your family instead? Today it’s firecrackers, tomorrow it could be poisonous snakes. That would be trouble."

The fat man was clearly experienced, breaking down her defenses step by step psychologically.

Yana bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face. Her hand holding the knife was tense, scared, and trembling with uncertainty. "What exactly do you want?"

"We’re just after money. Now the idea is simple: we want to break even."

The fat man sat back down and looked at her gloomily, saying, "I don’t care about your other bad debts. I can give you a way out. Pay me 200,000 and this debt is settled."

Yana cried, "Where am I supposed to get that much money?"

"These days, young pretty girls are selling themselves with fierce competition. You wouldn’t make much money even if you went into that line of work." The fat man’s expression darkened when he heard she had no money.

"Or how about this: you can start a business selling yourself at school. I bet a lot of students would pay top dollar to have a teacher with big tits like you."

"Bastard, don’t talk nonsense."

Yana struggled, her face full of pain.

The fat man laughed and pointed at his crotch, saying, "Think it over. If you don’t have the money, think carefully about your family."

"Tonight, I’ll collect a little interest first. Aside from using your hands, whatever way you use, make sure I cum."

"Dream on!"

Yana’s expression changed.

"Think it through. Either it’s just me alone, or there are my boys outside who would much prefer your sweet young daughter."

The fat man’s face was twisted with excitement. "Think it over carefully. We men love nothing more than popping a young high schooler’s cherry."

Clang... The knife in Yana’s hand fell to the ground. She trembled and hesitated, clearly shaken.

Just then, the fat man’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and quickly answered, "Mr. Pan, hello. What can I do for you?"

Ryan, who had been eavesdropping, wasn’t idle either. He quickly asked in the big-shot group chat if anyone knew about Fortune Finance.

Everyone in the group was clueless about such small-time players, until a Brother Pan said he remembered because Fortune Finance rented office space from his building.

Since Ryan had reached level 57 today and had just mentioned a SF90 to the Brilliant Hotel earlier, he was the hotshot in the group right now.

Pan readily added him as a friend. Ryan didn’t have time to explain, so he made up an excuse on the spot.

"There’s such a thing? Alright, alright, I’ll get back to you right away."

The fat man hung up and looked at Yana excitedly, saying, "You really do have a way out. Mr. Pan said a rich second-generation wants to play with a married woman, preferably one with big tits and pretty."

"What do you mean???"

Yana remained pale.

The fat man said harshly, "What do I mean? He’s generous. It’s not about selling yourself for a few thousand at a time. He wants to buy out the debt directly and keep you as a mistress."

"That’s possible..."

Yana was a bit dazed.

The fat man laughed excitedly and threatened, "The condition is to stay with him for one year. He’ll pay off the debt for you."

"I, I don’t..."

Before Yana could finish, the fat man’s eyes flashed viciously. "This is your only chance. I’m telling you, if this debt can’t be recovered, I’ll be in deep trouble too."

"Today it was firecrackers. Next time it’ll be poisonous snakes or gasoline."

Under such threats, thinking about her parents who had been frightened into the hospital, and her daughter living in constant fear every day...

Yana nodded tearfully. The fat man was delighted and even comforted her, saying, "You’re lucky. Two Hundred Thousand, how many years would those models have to sell themselves to earn that kind of money?"

"You’ve run into some rich idiot with more money than sense. I’m telling you, this is the first time I’ve seen anyone that generous."

The fat man immediately paid the bill, had his boys drive the car, and kept talking along the way: "Don’t pull that long face. It’s not like you’re going to your death."

"I’m telling you, perform well. This deal isn’t done yet. If he doesn’t like you, you’re dead..."

"My other boys are watching your parents and your daughter. If this really falls through, none of you are getting away."

Seeing the mournful look on Yana’s face, this decent married woman, the fat man gritted his teeth and said, "If I weren’t afraid it’d hurt your selling point, I’d slap you right now. Stop putting on that act."

"If he doesn’t like you later, you know what the consequences will be."

At the Hotel, Along the way, Yana seemed to have made up her mind. At the lobby, she said, "Wait for me. I need to wash my face."

"Right, right, that’s exactly what you should do. Make yourself look prettier."

"You cried so much. What if he finds it off-putting?"

The fat man was overjoyed when he heard that, and quickly said, "Do you need anything? If you do, I’ll have someone buy it right away."