"By then, when you recall this phone call you personally hung up tonight, what will it become?"
On the other end of the phone, there was dead silence. Scooter could even hear his own intense heartbeat.
"It will become a thorn, a thorn stuck in your heart." Lin Yu'an's voice was like the whisper of a devil, "It will repeatedly torment you on countless nights in the future, and you will wonder what if I had believed it then? How much of that wealth that should have been mine?"
"Scooter, professional caution can help you avoid risks, but sometimes, it can also make you miss out on wealth that should have belonged to you!"
These words completely shattered all of Scooter's psychological defenses. His pride in professionalism, rationality, and caution crumbled in front of the regretful future painted by Lin Yu'an, seeming so fragile and laughable.
