Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

"I'll give you two choices." Shen Chumo put down the watermelon, her voice suddenly turning cold. "First, I'll hand over this evidence to the police right now and let Jiang Chen taste what prison food is like."

"What's the second one?" Jiang Haihe asked eagerly.

"Secondly," Shen Chumo stood up, walked to Jiang Chen, and lifted his pale face with her toes, "I want 20% of the Jiang Group's shares."

"What?!" Jiang Hai exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

Jiang Haihe gritted his teeth, "Shen Chumo, don't forget, you promised yesterday to help my Jiang family resolve this matter."

Shen Chumo sneered, "I did agree, but does that conflict with my demand for shares?"

"Mr. Jiang, you seem to have misunderstood something." Her voice was frighteningly soft. "I promised to help the Jiang family through this difficult time, but I never said I would help for free."

From the other end of the phone came Jiang Hai's heavy breathing: "20%...that's too much...I can only give you 5% at most."

"Is it too much?" Shen Chumo walked to Jiang Chen's side and lightly rubbed his trembling fingers.

"Think about it, these shares aren't just buying the Jiang family's safety, but also your precious son's freedom."

Jiang Chen let out a suppressed cry of pain, but dared not shout loudly.

"If you don't want to give it to me, then let Jiang Chen go to jail." Shen Chumo said casually. "By the way, I checked. Armed burglary and drugging, Jiang Chen is already sixteen years old. How many years do you think he'll get?"

There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Haihe was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Shen Chumo, what benefit do you get from doing this? Even if my Jiang family isn't as powerful as the Murong family, crushing you is still a piece of cake."

Shen Chumo, you'd better be honest and release Xiaochen obediently, or I won't let you off the hook.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chumo chuckled softly, her laughter as clear and crisp as a wind chime, yet it sent a shiver down Jiang Hai's spine on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Jiang, you're quite the big shot." She strolled slowly around Jiang Chen, her shoes clicking crisply on the floor.

"But have you forgotten who holds whose lifeline right now?"

Shen Chumo walked to her desk and took out a document from the drawer: "Two years ago, Lin Xiao, a junior high school student at Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, committed suicide by jumping off a building due to academic pressure. But you should know the real story, right?"

Jiang Chen's face turned deathly pale. How could Shen Chumo know about this?

"The police have already closed the case, so what does it have to do with us?"

Jiang Haihe, however, remained calm and stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Mr. Jiang, now that I've brought this up, do I have any evidence?"

A minute later, Jiang Haihe, suppressing his anger, said, "Okay... I promise you."

Shen Chumo smiled with satisfaction: "A wise choice. Remember, I need to see the share transfer agreement at 34:34 AM tomorrow."

"Okay... whatever you say..." Jiang Haihe replied weakly.

Hanging up the phone, Shen Chumo squatted down and patted Jiang Chen's face: "Did you hear that? Your dad traded 20% of his shares for your life. Looks like you're still worth a lot."

A hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear. He finally understood that the girl in front of him was no longer the weakling who had been bullied by others.

"Then why don't you release us now!" Jiang Chen roared through gritted teeth.

“Let you go? Your dad’s credibility isn’t that high with me. You can only leave when the shares arrive. What if your dad changes his mind and thinks it’s too much of a loss to exchange 20% of the shares for a rebellious son like you?”

"Shen Chumo! Don't go too far!"

"Too much?" She suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Jiang Chen's hair, forcing him to look at her. Jiang Chen looked at the otherworldly beauty before him, and his heart began to flutter involuntarily.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down.

"So you know the word 'excessive'?" Shen Chumo slapped Jiang Chen twice hard, and Jiang Chen's cheeks quickly swelled up.

"You didn't know how excessive it was when you bullied others, but now that it's your turn, you still have the nerve to say it's excessive. Jiang Chen, your retribution has only just begun."

Shen Chumo closed the door, left the bedroom, walked to the French windows, took out her phone, and dialed another number: "Attorney Chen, to prepare to acquire 20% of Jiang's shares."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Haihe violently overturned the documents on the table, scattering white papers all over the floor.

His face was ashen, veins bulged on his temples, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"You bastard! This ungrateful bastard!" He suddenly overturned the desk in front of him, scattering documents all over the floor.

Jiang Haihe's secretary stood trembling at the door, having never seen him so distraught: "Mr. Jiang..."

"Shut up!" Jiang Hai roared, startling his secretary who took two steps back. "How's the company doing now?"

The secretary answered nervously, "Several long-time customers said they wanted to cancel their partnerships today, and the board of directors..."

"Alright!" Jiang Hai interrupted her rudely, "You go out first."

After the secretary left, Jiang Hai paced back and forth in his office like a trapped beast.

Suddenly, he stopped, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"It seems the plan needs to be moved up."

Jiang Haihe's finger swiped quickly across the phone screen, finally stopping at the name "Wang Zhou".

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he pressed the dial button without hesitation.

The call connected quickly, and a smiling male voice came through: "Hey, Mr. Jiang, what brings you here today?"

"Mr. Wang, I've thought about that matter you mentioned last time." Jiang Haihe lowered his voice. "Are you still interested in our stepdaughter?"

The sound of a wine glass being set down came from the other end of the phone, and Wang Zhou's voice immediately perked up: "Oh? That stubborn girl? President Jiang finally decided to part with her?"

"Tomorrow night at 8 PM, at the Emperor Hotel."

A glint of malice flashed in Jiang Haihe's eyes. "I'll have someone drug her, I guarantee Mr. Wang will have his fun."

Wang Zhou let out a nauseating laugh: "President Jiang is indeed savvy, but... I heard that girl offended the Murong family."

Jiang Haihe's eyes flickered. "Yes, this girl is so arrogant and doesn't know her place. She's giving me a real headache. I need to ask President Wang to put in a good word for me with the Murong family. President Wang, you know, this girl has been unruly since she was little, and now she's even more lawless. I really...sigh..."

Wang Zhou on the other end of the phone let out a meaningful "Oh," then chuckled, "Is President Jiang trying to pass me a hot potato?"

"Not at all," Jiang Haihe quickly said with a smile, "I was just thinking that President Wang is highly respected in Yuncheng, even the Murong family has to give you some face. It's most suitable for you to discipline this girl."