My Childhood Betrothed Forced My Daughter to Play the Sultan's Game. After Returning Home, I Went on a Rampage

In my second year working abroad, a friend pulled me into a dark web livestream.

On a luxury cruise ship, a group of young people were playing a real-life version of the Sultan’s Game.

In the glittering hall, several men in black held my daughter down on a card table. On it sat a box carved with intricate patterns.

The childhood betrothed I’d found for my daughter had his arm around his childhood sweetheart, seated in a place of honor as he looked down at my daughter with scorn.

“Gu Ran, Yaoyao only lost your diamond hairpin. You actually made her pay two million. If you kneel and apologize to her, I might consider forgiving you.”

“Otherwise...”

“Then let’s see what I’ve specially prepared for you...”