Winston Ho glared down at Fiona Roland, his eyes glinting with cold fury.

"Every cent must be returned." He ground his heel into the back of her hand. "Or today will be your last day alive."

Fiona gasped in pain, turning her head with difficulty to look at Victor Roland lying in a pool of blood.

"Husband..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Give... him... the money..."

A million dollars was a small price to pay for their lives.

She'd remember this. Once she recovered, that bitch Jenna would pay tenfold.

Victor spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flashing with malice.

The orchard could never fall into Jenna's hands.

"I... agree..." he forced out through gritted teeth.

Winston smiled in satisfaction and removed his foot, brushing off his suit sleeve.

"Two weeks." He held up one finger. "One cent missing, and you'll be picking out coffins."

Victor nodded weakly from the floor like a beaten dog.

Winston strode out with his men.

Thirty minutes later, Heidi Roland rushed into the warehouse in her stilettos.

"Jason!" She threw herself at her husband. "Who did this?"

Jason gave a bloody grin and recounted what happened.

"You're actually going to pay?" Heidi's voice shot up an octave.

Jason gave a bitter laugh. "What choice do we have?"

Heidi turned pale, fumbling for her phone.

"How did you find us?" Jason suddenly asked.

"Location tracking." She didn't look up. "I installed a tracker on your phone."

Jason: "..."

Sirens wailed as the ambulance arrived.

Paramedics worked frantically over the three bloodied figures before loading them onto stretchers.

......

The next afternoon, sunlight streamed through the hospital windows.

Jenna stepped into the elevator carrying a fruit basket, texting Stella for confirmation.

[Is Lucien there?]

Getting a negative reply, she relaxed.

When she pushed open the hospital room door, Stella was chewing on a dry piece of bread.

"That's all you're eating?" Jenna frowned. "Where's your sister?"

Stella swallowed the crumbs. "She's busy with her startup. Didn't come today."

She reached for the milk carton on the bedside table.

Jenna handed it to her first.

"Thanks." Stella took a gulp, then lowered her voice. "I heard your uncle was in ICU last night?"