Chapter 1330 Compensation of Ten...


    "You''re J, aren''t you? The one who killed my sister? What did she do to deserve that?"


    "You won''t escape our grasp, you monster!"


    "Either go to jail orpensate us financially! We won''t let you get away with this!"


    The towering men fired off usations, their greedy, predatory gazes roving over J, calcting


    the potential mary gain they could squeeze from her.


    The supposed kin of thete Vivi bore no signs of genuine grief in their eyes, only ruthless greed


    and cold calction, akin to a pack of wild beasts hungrily sizing up their next meal.


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    Their brazen stares and vulgar words ignited a me of fury in J.


    She didn''t believe they were seeking justice for Vivi; instead, it seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to


    exploit her supposed guilt for their own financial gain.


    "Seems to me you''re more interested in my wallet than in justice," J retorted, struggling to keep


    her anger in check. "If it''s just money you want, I suggest you turn around. We have nothing further


    to discuss."


    One of the burly men balled his hands into fists, his eyes zing with fury. "Your wallet? Mind your


    words! You took my niece from us. Isn''t it fair that we get some rpense? Money can''t fix what


    you''ve done. It''s only just that you pay with your own life."


    "Exactly! What''s wrong with demanding


    With just a few venomous words, they''d pinned the murder on J. She nearlyughed in bitter


    disbelief. "So, how much will it take to soothe your wounded hearts?"


    Their eyes lit up at the prospect of extortion, a spark of sadistic pleasure shing in their eyes.


    The ringleader cleared his throat, eyes gleaming as he raised a single finger.


    J snorted in disbelief, "One million?"


    The self-proimed leader squared his shoulders, his chin jutting out defiantly. "One million? That''s


    a pittance... It doesn''t begin to cover Vivi''s lost life. She was young, vibrant, with a full life ahead.


    Fairpensation would be a hundred million! But we won''t be that demanding. Just ten million will


    suffice."


    J was taken aback by their audacity. She couldn''t help a cold, bitterugh, her heart somewhat


    aching for Vivi.


    Her so-called family were merely leeches, devoid of emotion. They showed no interest in the truth


    of Vivi''s demise; they simply saw it as a golden opportunity to fill their pockets.


    For them, the identity of the perpetrator didn''t matter as long as they were paid off. Vivi''s tragic end


    never factored into their twisted equation.


    Seeing this, fury surged within Brandon like a tidal wave.


    These people had started slinging mud at J the moment they saw her. They weren''t here to


    seek justice for Vivi, but to wring money from her!


    Brandon''s features twisted into a scowl as he


    stepped in, cing himself between the users and J.


    "Utter one more nderous word, and you''ll rue the day you crossed our path," Brandon warned,


    his toneced with menace, his eyes promising retribution. "Keep spouting this nonsense and I''ll


    make you regret."


    As soon as the words left his lips, the door burst open and bodyguards flooded into the room. They


    were well-drilled, forming a protective wall around Brandon and J.


    The room''s atmosphere turned electric. The robust men''s expressions morphed into shock at the


    sudden appearance of the formidable bodyguards, realizing that they were outmatched. Sensing


    the futility of their confrontation, they reluctantly mped their mouths shut.


    The elderly pair, who had been weeping earlier, were so startled by the scene that they huddled


    together, their crying reced with trembling fear.


    J''s heart softened at the sight of the frightened seniors.


    She gently pulled at Brandon''s sleeve and met his gaze, signaling that she wished to handle the


    situation herself.


    With J''s safety guaranteed, Brandon gave his unwavering support to her decision.


    The imposing bodyguards kept the reception room in an eerie silence. The burly men didn''t dare stir


    any further trouble, even taking a few synchronized steps back.


    J moved forward, standing tall, and locked eyes with Vivi''s aged parents.


    "I am not the one who took Vivi''s life, and I won''t be paying you a single dime," she dered with


    unwavering conviction.


    At J''s refusal, the burly men''s faces soured, their hopes of easy money dashed.