The girl curled up on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, her face streaked with tears, looking pitiful as if she had just been violated.
Ji Dengke handed her the phone and said, "Take the call!"
The girl shook her head, her face full of fear.
"Damn it!" Ji Dengke was getting anxious, barely restraining himself from violence as he forcefully pressed the phone against her ear.
The girl tried to shake her head to free herself, but Ji Dengke directly held her head in place.
At that moment, Song Guanchao's voice came through: "How much did they give you to frame Mr. Ji?"
The girl acted as if she didn't hear and remained silent.
Song Guanchao could tell her breathing pattern had clearly changed.
"I'll give you two choices."
Song Guanchao said coldly: "First, tell the police Mr. Ji raped you."
"Mr. Ji will be taken to the police station, and you will be the victim."
"Then I will find you, and you'll regret making that decision."
