Chapter 65 - 65 65 Shameless Father

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65: Chapter 65 Shameless Father 65: Chapter 65 Shameless Father “What’s wrong?” Although James hadn’t heard what was said on the phone, he knew Emma Campbell must be in trouble, as twenty thousand dollars was obviously not enough. Tears silently slid down Emma’s cheeks; she seemed to lose all strength and slumped to the ground. James quickly reached out to support her and helped her sit down on the bed. Emma was like a walking corpse—wherever James positioned her, she stayed, her tears continuously flowing. “What exactly happened? Tell me, maybe I can help,” James patted Emma’s shoulder, using a bit of force. Emma’s body trembled slightly, she turned her head to look at James, and then suddenly threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his waist and crying loudly. James didn’t stop her, encircling her with his arms, one hand holding her waist, the other gently patting her shoulder. Emma cried for about five or six minutes. As her crying subsided, she sat up embarrassedly, wiping her eyes, and said, “Big Brother Brown, I’m sorry for getting your clothes dirty.” James gave a slight smile and said, “It’s nothing. Can you tell me now what happened?” Emma sighed and said, “Ah…it’s all because of my dad. He gambled with someone and lost all the money at home. Now he owes them twenty thousand dollars. They’ve taken him and said they would chop off his hand if he doesn’t pay. I have no choice but to figure out a way to help him. Everyone knows my dad is a gambler, and none of my relatives will lend me money. My college friends don’t have money either. I know if I agree to some people’s demands, they would give me money, but if I agree to them, I can’t extricate myself from them later on. So I’d rather sell myself here once than do that.” James was somewhat surprised by Emma’s thought process, but he couldn’t help but silently admire her for having her own principles. “But who would have thought, just as things seemed to be going well a moment ago, my father gambled with them again and now owes another twenty thousand. He really is… is…” Emma was visibly infuriated but restrained herself from saying anything bad about her own father. James frowned slightly and said, “Your father really is something else.” Emma forced a smile and said, “No matter what, he is still my dad. He raised me, and I can’t just ignore him.” “But this way of dealing with him isn’t a solution. Haven’t you realized that those people are clearly setting a trap to scam money from your dad?” Emma bitterly smiled and said, “I know, but Mr. Johnson is very powerful and part of the organized crime world. He really dares to harm people.” James shook his head; sometimes the underworld seemed to have more authority than the police, and many ordinary people were quite afraid of them, he noted, “Then I’ll go with you. Gambling debts are not protected by law. Even if we don’t pay them, they can’t do much.” “But what about my dad?” Emma asked, her eyes widening. James pondered for a moment and said, “Tell me where your dad is, and I’ll talk to some friends, see if there’s a way to help.” Emma suddenly became excited and asked, “Big Brother Brown, you know people in the underworld?” James grinned and said, “I don’t know anyone from the underworld, but I do know some police friends. People in the underworld are still afraid of the police, right?” “Of course, thank you, Big Brother Brown. Please find someone quickly.” “You need to tell me where your house is, right? You said you’re not from around here.” Emma blushed, embarrassed, and said, “My family is in Hubris County, more than a hundred kilometers from here.” James nodded and said, “That is quite far. Wait here, give me the exact address, and I will go immediately to find my friends and resolve this matter tonight.” “Really, will it work?” “Of course, it will. In some cases, it’s not good for you to show up. I don’t want them to hassle your father again, so it’s better if you wait here. How does that sound?” “Great, thank you so much, Big Brother Brown,” Emma nodded repeatedly, her gratitude evident, and gave the exact address to James. James stood up and said, “You must be tired. Just sleep here for a while. I’m not sure when I’ll be back tonight. Make sure to lock the door.” Before Emma could respond, James had already left. She hurried to the door, but in the dimly lit warehouse courtyard, James’s figure was no longer visible. James arrived at the town, immediately rented a car, and in an hour and a half, he had already reached Hubris County. Following the address Emma Campbell had provided, James Brown quickly found the place—a small two-story building, still lit up inside. James paid the driver a portion of the fare and asked him to wait in the distance, then he easily scaled the fence into the yard, landing without making a sound. Silently, he reached the ground floor. With a swift move, James grasped the edge of the second-floor balcony, pulled himself up with a little effort, and flipped onto the platform above. The motion was smooth, like flowing water, with no stumbling. Ascending to the second floor was as easy as walking on flat ground. Inside the illuminated room on the second floor, there were six people at the moment. Four were playing Mahjong, one lay sleeping on the bed, and another stood off to the side, watching the game. Two of the players were in their forties, and two were in their twenties. The sleeping man’s back was turned, obscuring his face, and the one standing appeared somewhat elderly, possibly in his fifties. Instinctively, James felt that this man must be Emma’s father. However, as he watched others play Mahjong, he seemed quite animated, showing no signs of someone being threatened. “Mr. Campbell, don’t get cocky here. If your daughter doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, just you wait and see,” one of the Mahjong players, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said after tossing down a tile, coolly glancing at the bystander. James now understood that this man was indeed Emma’s father. At that moment, Emma’s father immediately responded with a strained smile, “Mr. Wilson, although I, Mr. Campbell, am not much of a man, my daughter is my pride. She’s absolutely filial to me. If I ask her to get some cash, would she ignore my needs?” Another young player spoke disdainfully, “Mr. Campbell, having your daughter may be your luck, but having you as a father, she’s really cursed.” Emma’s father flashed an awkward smile but promptly glared and said, “I’ve raised her for eighteen years and now she wants to study instead of making money to support her own father early.” The person who had first spoken, who was Mr. Johnson, chuckled and said, “Mr. Campbell, you say your daughter should gather forty thousand dollars in a day. What if she can’t find a way? Maybe she’d sell herself or become someone’s mistress. Would you really allow that?” At this, Emma’s father shamelessly remarked, “What’s wrong with being a mistress? She has a pretty face, perfect for that role. If she could find a rich boss, damn, I’d be set for life.” Mr. Johnson’s eyes gleamed with a lewd look, “Mr. Campbell, let’s make a deal. If your daughter doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, let her stay with me for a month, and I’ll forget your debt.” Emma’s father twitched his mouth, “This… this won’t be possible.” Mr. Johnson slammed the Mahjong table and barked, “What’s that? Are you trying to dodge the debt?” Mr. Campbell flinched and quickly responded, “No, no, it’s just… my daughter is quite proud. There’s no way she’d agree. She must be thinking of ways to get the money now. Just wait a bit longer, Mr. Johnson.” Mr. Johnson eyed Emma’s father and spoke methodically, “Hmph. If she doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, I’ll chop your hands off. I want to see whether she’d rather watch that happen or agree to keep me company.” Emma’s father’s eyes darted about. “Mr. Johnson, about my daughter, it’s not impossible, but you’re offering so little money. Haven’t you seen her? She’s beautiful and gentle. Not just twenty thousand dollars, but even two hundred thousand would be worth it.” Mr. Johnson glared, “Mr. Campbell, aren’t you being too greedy? Even going rates for taking virginal purity are only in the thousands. Is your daughter’s pussy made of gold, demanding two hundred thousand?” seaʀᴄh thё NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Emma’s father grinned, “Mr. Johnson, you can’t compare. Going out and taking virginity, what level is that? And those virgins, are they even real? At hospitals, a few dollars can replace a membrane. Can that compare to my daughter’s originality? Plus, my daughter is so beautiful and a university student, destined to be kept by rich men. Some bosses might even spend a few million a year for her. I only asked for two hundred thousand, you’re getting a bargain.” “Cut the crap. I’ll add an extra ten thousand, letting your daughter accompany me for a month. Otherwise, I’ll chop your hands off.” “No, no, I’d rather you chop my hands off than undersell my daughter.” Emma’s father, seeing Mr. Johnson’s interest in his daughter, began to bargain. Outside, James Brown, overhearing everything, felt a surge of anger. To think there were fathers in this world who would sell their daughters like this—it was utterly despicable. He initially intended to help Emma’s father resolve the issue, but now he hoped Mr. Johnson would just end him. James also felt sad for Emma. She was willing to sell herself for her father, yet her father was still exploiting her. How could he deserve Emma’s filial devotion? As the conversation inside grew increasingly shameless, James could no longer stand it. He kicked at the window. The glass shattered loudly, and everyone inside sprang to their feet, including the man who had been sleeping, who looked towards the window in shock. James, with a grim face, stepped over the glass shards, and everyone inside stared in dumbfounded silence. The window was of reinforced glass—usually unbreakable with a hammer—but James had shattered it effortlessly. “Who are you?” Mr. Johnson eyed James coldly, aware that his presence meant trouble. James swept his gaze over everyone, finally fixing it on Emma’s father, causing him to feel uneasy. Mr. Campbell instinctively hid behind Mr. Johnson, sensing James’s murderous intent.

Chapter 65 - 65 65 Shameless Father

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