Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 56: Onlyfans

Yasmin bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. The hand holding the knife trembled nervously, fear and uncertainty written all over her face.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"We're just after money. Our idea is simple: protect our capital." The fat man sat down again, looking at her gloomily.

"I don't care about your other debts. I can make the decision to give you a way out. I'll buy out this debt for 200,000."

Yasmin cried, "Where can I get that kind of money?"

"With so much competition among young, pretty girls nowadays, you won't make much selling your body." The fat man's face darkened further.

"Why don't you start a business? Sell yourself at school. I'm sure many students would pay a lot to sleep with a busty teacher like you."

"You could also open an Only Fans or become an porn actress."

"You're disgusting! Stop talking nonsense!" Yasmin struggled, her face full of pain.

The fat man pointed at his crotch and said with a grin, "Think about it when you go back. If you don't have money, think about your family."

"I'll collect some interest tonight. You'll have to make me finish, no matter the method—just no hands."

"Dream on!" Yasmin's expression hardened.

"Think it over. Either it's just me, or I have my brothers outside. They'd love your pretty daughter more." The fat man's eyes gleamed with excitement and menace.

"Think carefully. We men love breaking in young, beautiful high school girls the most."

With a clang, the knife in Yasmin's hand fell to the ground. She trembled, hesitating, clearly wavering.

At that moment, the fat man's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Ang. How can I help you?"

Ryan, who had been observing, wasn't idle. He immediately asked in a group chat of influential people who knew about Fortis Finance.

No one in the group recognized this small-time operation, but a big shot named Ang said he remembered it because the office building they rented belonged to his family.

Since Ryan had reached level 57 today and just mentioned an SF90 from the emperor, he was currently the hottest topic in the group.

Ang happily added him as a friend. Ryan didn't have time to explain, so he made up an excuse.

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"Also about this matter? Okay, I'll get back to you right away."

The fat man hung up, looking at Yasmin excitedly.

"You're in luck. Young Master Ang said there's a rich second-generation who wants to play with married women. He's looking for someone with big, pretty breasts."

"What does that mean?" Yasmin asked, still pale.

The fat man said fiercely, "It means they're generous. They don't want you selling yourself for a few thousand at a time. They want to buy out the debt and keep you directly."

"It can be like this..." Yasmin was confused.

The fat man laughed excitedly and threatened, "The condition is you stay with him for a year, and I'll help you pay off the debt."

"I... I don't..." Before Yasmin could finish, the fat man's eyes flashed with menace.

"This is your only chance. If I can't recover the principal, I'm done for too."

"This time it's firecrackers. Next time, it could be fire."

Under such threats, Yasmin thought of her parents, frightened and hospitalized, and her daughter, living in constant fear.

With tears in her eyes, Yasmin nodded. The fat man was thrilled and tried to console her, "You should have your fortune told. So much loan—how many years would those models have to sell themselves to earn that much?"

"You've just met a rich fool. I tell you, this is the first time I've seen someone so generous." The fat man paid the bill and asked his men to drive. On the way, he continued, "Don't look so sad. You're not going to die."

"Behave yourself. This isn't a done deal yet. If they don't like you, you're out of options."

"My other brothers are watching your parents and daughter. If you cause trouble, don't even think about running away." Seeing Yasmin's resentful look, the fat man gritted his teeth.

"If I weren't worried about ruining your looks, I'd slap you. Why are you acting so high and mighty?"

"You'd better make sure they're satisfied. You know the consequences if they're not."

At the place, Yasmin seemed to have made up her mind along the way. She stopped in the lobby and said, "Wait for me, I need to wash my face."

"Yes, that's right. Dress up nicely," someone replied.

"If you cry like this, what will others think if they see you? They might feel disappointed," another voice chimed in.

The fat man, overjoyed by her words, quickly added, "Are you missing anything? If you are, I'll ask someone to buy it for you right away."

"No!" Yasmin responded firmly before walking into the women's restroom.

The fat man waited anxiously outside. It was clear that money was far more important to him than women. After all, it was more than five hundred thousand at stake. Playing with women could drain a man of all energy, and he naturally hoped to recover the money as soon as possible.

After a while, Yasmin emerged, having wiped away her tears. Her plain face still radiated a mature and gentle charm, her natural beauty striking and impossible to ignore. The elegance and scholarly air she carried, a result of her upbringing, couldn't be replicated by any amount of cosmetics.

"Yes, yes, so beautiful. You'd better seize the opportunity later," the fat man said, trying to encourage her.

"If you serve him well, maybe he'll help you pay off all your other debts. That would be a fortune beyond measure."

Yasmin felt increasingly moved by his words. She just wanted to escape this hell, even if her savior turned out to be a demon.

"Hello, we are Mr. Ryan's guests," the fat man announced politely at the dedicated elevator entrance.

He was currently in Domina, a five star hotel in Brisbane City.