After Her Brother Was Attacked, the Fierce CEO Struck BackChapter 1

I had just hit the jackpot, winning five million in the lottery. As if struck by sudden generosity, my brother dragged six girls to a Karaoke bar and insisted I foot the bill.

What baffled me even more was how a simple touch of my hand somehow racked up a tab of three million. I froze, my jaw slack in disbelief, realizing I had entered a trap.

When I refused to pay, the six girls wasted no time. They called in reinforcements who tied me up without hesitation, threatening to “deal with me” if I didn’t hand over the money.

But my boiling anger turned into ice when I saw the Karaoke bar’s manager enter the room.

The familiar face sent a chill down my spine. Wasn’t that Margaret Beverly, my sister Brenda Miller’s subordinate?

Brenda, my fiercely protective sister, ran her gang with an iron will, allowing no room for foolishness, especially when it concerned me. Years ago, she got injured in a brutal clash with a rival gang. Furious, I didn’t speak to her for a month.

It wasn’t until she broke down, tears streaming down her face and swore she’d leave the underworld behind that I finally forgave her.

But who could have guessed that, years later, her loyal followers would return to their old ways?

And worse, they had the audacity to tie me up!

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"I think you’ve got a death wish, daring to freeload on Maggie’s turf!"

"Hand over the money, or we’ll start chopping off your fingers!"

The same girls who had been sweet-talking me moments ago were now baring their claws, their threats sharp and merciless. One even pulled out a fruit knife, testing its edge against my little finger.

I jolted in shock, my heart pounding. Was this some kind of shady den?

No wonder they had the audacity to charge three million just for a single touch. This wasn’t a bill, it was daylight robbery.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I forced my voice to stay calm as I asked, "Where’s my brother? Where did he go?"

If it hadn’t been for my lottery win and James Moore dragging me into this Karaoke bar, I would’ve steered clear of this place. Sure, the girls were stunning, each one as gorgeous as a member of a global group.

But as I mentally calculated the two million left in my account, I realized too late that no amount of beauty was worth this kind of extortion.

Were their hands made of gold? This place was as shady as it got!