「In a high-end residence in the Imperial City District.」
"You found it?"
"I did. Here's her photo."
Li Yiyi gazed at the photo the private investigator handed her, a cold smile forming on her lips. "The five hundred thousand we agreed on—I'll pay you every last cent. I'll even add another million. This time, I don't want a photo. I want a video. Remember, it has to be a *real* video."
The recent string of blows had already cost Li Yiyi nearly everything.
She had been in the industry for a long time, growing accustomed to the fame and fortune it brought her. But in the span of just a few short days, it was all gone.
Her divorce left her with nothing but the house she was living in and less than ten million in assets. To most people, this would be a fortune, but to Li Yiyi, it was tantamount to losing everything.
