The landlord’s reply pissed off Grayson to no end. He was about to ask the landlord about the room when the man hung up.

“What’s going on? Did something happen to the urn?” asked Catherine anxiously.

“The landlord said someone went there last night and took it away!” replied Grayson.

“What do you mean? What about our money? If not for that damned urn, that girl would never give us fifty million!” Catherine began panicking. All of a sudden, a possibility popped up in her mind. “Right, she must’ve hired someone to take it away…”

With a frown, Grayson dialed Serenity’s number.

A moment later, she answered the call. “What’s the matter?”

“Listen, I’ve thought about it, and since you’re still my daughter, if you can’t fork out the fifty million you promised yesterday, I’ll accept half that amount first, and I’ll tell you where your mother’s buried. Didn’t you say that you were getting along well with Jackson? He shouldn’t have a problem coming up with that amount, right?”

Althou