On hearing that Ivy was already preparing to set off, Harry, who was about to go out to check on Shawn, was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Harry, get the hell out!" Originally, Harry didn't want to pay attention, intending to act as if he wasn't home. However, Catherine's shouts were persistent, so he reluctantly opened the door to let her in. "What's going on, my lady?" He said with impatience. "Speak quickly, I have things to do." "You kidnapped Shawn?" Catherine questioned, but she saw him stiffen for a moment, shifting his gaze to avoid eye contact. "Yes, I kidnapped him. What's wrong with extorting some money from Emma and that stupid girl?!" Harry answered with annoyance. Catherine squinted her eyes, regretting her decision to let him in and now forced to comply to ensure Shawn's safety. "Where is Shawn?" she asked, suppressing her anger. Harry waved his hand impatiently. "I promised you to ensure his safety. Is that enough?" "You kidnapped him. How can you guarantee anything? Do you really think the Livingston family and DT Investment will let you off?" Catherine shot back. "What if they don't?" Harry got annoyed. "They ruined me, I have no way out!" "You!" "Alright, alright!" Harry sighed, knowing that he couldn't offend this young lady. He added, "Anyway, I promise you, once I get the money, I will immediately release Shawn. Is that okay?" "Do you have any common sense? Five billion in cash--do you really think a single box is enough to carry so much paper?" "Oh, you're right." Thinking about it, Harry wanted to slap himself. "My five billion is indeed a big show, but the news has already gone out. What's done is done. I have to stick to it." "My people can protect you," Catherine said. "When you and your people are transferring the cash, my people will protect you from the shadows, ensuring you won't be harmed." Catherine didn't care if Harry lived or died. She had already given orders that there would be a struggle at the city's trading scene. At that time, she only needed to ensure Cato was safe. "Thank you, Miss Lambert." Harry said, "After the job is done, we'll give you a few thousand as pocket money, okay?" "Oh no, let's talk about it later." Catherine sneered. A few thousand... Did he really think her family were beggars? "Alright, let's set off together." Harry grabbed her, ready to leave. Catherine coldly pushed him away, picked up tissues from the table, and wiped them repeatedly. "I need to instruct my bodyguards. You can go. Just tell me the address, and I'll instruct them to protect you." "Okay." Harry nodded. Before leaving, he turned back, gazing deeply at her. In the fluctuation of his eyes, he added, "Tell us the location for the exchange, and you can set it up there." Without waiting for Catherine's response, he quickly left. Catherine watched helplessly as he swaggered away, infuriated. She picked up a fruit bowl from the table and slammed it onto the floor. ‘Harry Jones, just you wait!’ ... While Ivy was driving, she received a call from Harry. "Did you call the police?" Harry cut to the chase. "If I find out you called the police, be careful I'll kill Shawn right away!" "Where's Shawn? I want to hear his voice." "Tsk, at a time like this, you're still immersed in love. Truly a stupid girl," Harry muttered. A noisy sound came from the other end of the phone, followed by a low, hoarse voice. Ivy's heart sank, and she quickly asked, "Is he okay?" The man on the other end of the phone seemed to chuckle self-deprecatingly. "I'm fine, just a bit hungry." The voice was strong, and the emotions were stable. The situation wasn't bad. Relieved, Ivy let out a long breath. As she was about to speak, the noise on the other end increased, and the phone was snatched back by Harry. "I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. If I don't see Shawn, I'll destroy all the money in this car," she threatened Harry, gripping the steering wheel tightly to suppress her nervousness.The call was quickly hung up. The police officer in the back seat, who had been crouched down, straightened up and reassured, "Mrs. Alter , don't worry, we're here." Then he pointed to the bottom of the car. Hearing the title "Mrs. Alter," Ivy's heart sank a bit. Compared to being Mrs. Alter , she might prefer the former Mrs. Tate... What would it be like? It was unknowable. Knowing would be a burden. "Will the other police officer be okay?" She tried to change the subject. Hoping that the other officer was completely fine. "Don't worry, this car has been modified. He won't have any problems except for boredom." As soon as the words fell, knocking sounds came from the back. The police officer behind her also smiled and knocked. Perfect understanding. After this round trip, Ivy's nervous mood eased. The rest of the journey was relatively smooth. Soon, the car stopped at the location designated by Harry, and Ivy reminded the two colleagues behind and under the car. "We're here." The car had just come to a stop when Harry and two burly men came into view. "Get out!" Harry barked at Ivy, while the men behind him brandished their guns. Ivy hesitated for a moment, then calmly opened the car window. "Where's Shawn?" Harry signaled to the two men behind him, and they promptly dragged Shawn out of the car. Without the wheelchair, the man, already unable to move freely, fell to the ground, his forehead hitting the pavement and drawing blood. "Shawn!" Ivy's heart sank as she quickly got out of the car and rushed to Shawn's side, carefully helping him up. "Are you okay?" Her voice trembled with pain and anxiety.The man couldn't find words to laugh at the moment, only shaking his head silently. However, Ivy was alarmed to discover blood oozing from his knee, and her heart sank further. "Are you really okay?" The man, with a pale face, tried to smile reassuringly. But when Ivy lifted his shirt carefully, the sight of the shocking blood at his knee made her gasp. "I'm fine," the man, his face pale, responded with a faint smile, trying to comfort her. But Ivy couldn't stay calm anymore; she needed to get him to the hospital immediately. Thinking of this, she turned around, her eyes staring deeply at Harry and his accomplices moving the cash. They were so engrossed in the task that the undercover police officers beneath the car managed to inch forward. The odds were visibly skewed, with one side being three against one. Now, all they needed to do was wait for the police officer in the back seat to find an opportunity to jump out. Holding her breath, Ivy watched everything happening in front of her, thinking about the timing of Catherine's appearance. By rights, with Catherine's personality, she shouldn't have stayed out of this. As she pondered this, a commotion suddenly came from not far ahead, and Catherine and her men swiftly rushed out. The group of black-clad bodyguards, each holding a submachine gun, surrounded Harry and his two companions. Harry's face darkened. "Catherine, what do you mean by this?" ***