The night sea was incredibly tranquil, with just a light and a yacht floating like a flat boat on the vast ocean.
Fang Yi took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and looking at Isabella, he said, "Actually, it's nothing much; I just want you to spit out all the money you've swallowed. That would be enough."
Isabella's eyebrows drooped; she said gravely, "That's impossible!"
"Not even a little bit possible?"
"Impossible!" Isabella said decisively. "This wealth is substantial; the Divine Court had planned for a long time to achieve such a result. Even if I agreed, the Divine Court wouldn't agree, and besides, the money has already been sent back to the Divine Court, so asking me to spit it out is simply impossible!"
"From what you're saying, it sounds quite difficult," said Fang Yi.
"To make the Divine Court spit out the money, you would have to destroy the Divine Court," Isabella stated, her tone carrying an inexplicable sense of superiority.
