Lincoln Hoffman glared at the screen of Phoebe Hoffman's phone displaying the transfer record of two hundred thousand, his eyelids flipped in fury, nearly ending up like Old Mr. Hoffman fainting in distress.
Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were indecisive people at the best of times, and they were even less reliable in a crisis.
With the family's pillar, Old Mr. Hoffman, still in a coma, the family servants had helped lift him onto the sofa and were pinching his philtrum, yet he showed no signs of regaining consciousness...
As the house descended into chaos, Lincoln Hoffman had no one to count on. He had to suppress the roiling anger in his chest and hurried to investigate the girl from McKinney.
The more he dug, the more startling the findings.
The girl who Phoebe Hoffman had hired to cause trouble turned out to be related to someone he knew.