Chapter 7
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Albert: "Not yet."
Sichen Fleming curled his lips, as expected: "He sure knows how to hide. I almost suspect if Ran Xuan ran off with him."
"When Ran Xuan went missing, Sen was still in prison. Boss, rest assured, the grudge of his father's death will still be placed on your head!" Albert reminded with a slight smirk.
The man nodded: "Let him count it then."
At any rate, he didn't mind having another life pinned on him.
His blue eyes shot a meaningful glance at him: "Don't mess up next time you see Sen... Or I'll suspect you're a spy too."
"Boss, rest assured. Even though he's just a hacker, who knew his combat skills were so impressive!" This actually amazed the battle-hardened mercenary.
"He's the only one who could slip out from your hands." Sichen Fleming raised his chin slightly, stating indifferently, "Tell Darren to send the invitation as usual. If a genius like him won't work for me, then let him die."
"Understood." Albert lowered his head respectfully.
The man put on his expensive watch, his deep eyes locking onto four humanoid robots.
They held new blankets as they walked in, slowly approaching her side.
No matter how the humanoid robots moved her, she showed no signs of waking up.
Only two days of doing it.
And she couldn't take it already?
Noticing the Boss's gaze resting on Yimo Qiao.
Albert pulled out a red passport from his coat: "Boss, this is the passport you asked me to retrieve from Baiser City. Should I give it to her?"
Ice-blue eyes shifted to the passport, recalling her sorrowful crying last night, when she didn't even have the strength to fight back.
Sobbing in his arms like a helpless little girl, homeless...
Release her? He wouldn't!
Kill her? He couldn't bear to now!
Sichen Fleming's heart grew heavy. Grabbing his suit jacket, he walked toward the door:
"Keep her locked up for now. Take all her clothes away!"
"Yes, sir!" Albert put away the passport.
Thinking of Yimo Qiao who was starving so pitifully last night, Sichen Fleming turned his head, glaring at Albert: "When was she brought here?"
Albert lowered his head: "Three days ago."
"What did you feed her?"
"Sandwiches, toast bread." Albert confessed truthfully.
"Every day?"
"Uh... I was too busy. When I went to Italy to find Gern, I forgot to feed her."
Meaning the person was starved for two days and one night, and didn't eat until right before having relations with Sichen Fleming.
At this thought, Sichen Fleming felt an indescribable anger surging in his heart: "Mr. Dayo, have you had breakfast?"
Albert paused. Calling him by his last name was never a good sign: "No."
"From now on, you will starve for three days." The man said coldly.
?? Albert was confused, but felt the Boss must have his reasons.
So he lowered his head: "Yes, sir."
"Send men to Baiser City again to find out who starved and bullied her back then."
Albert lowered his head: "Investigated. There were drug addicts, gamblers, overseers. The ones who tried to assault her were three drunk gang lackeys. Counting them up, a total of 70 people."
The man lowered his eyelashes, his expression unreadable, his handsome face terrifyingly cold.
In less than three months, Yimo Qiao was bullied by 70 people in Baiser City...
After a moment, his tone was contemptuous: "If I kill all these people, the Baiser City boss wouldn't blame me, right?"
Why did this sound somewhat intimate?
Albert didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Not dropping an atomic bomb is already Baiser City's good fortune. Killing 70 evil thugs is nothing."
Besides, those people weren't good folks anyway; keeping them alive was just a plague.
Since words had reached this point...
"Then kill them all!" Sichen Fleming gave the order nonchalantly.
"Yes, sir."
Nodding was one thing, but Albert was also puzzled. When did the Boss start caring about this?
The man cast one final glance at her, remembering how she ate like a starving ghost last night.
"Have the robots prepare some food for her. Don't let her starve to death." Sichen Fleming left the room.
Hiss...
So cold...
When she woke up again, it was already four in the afternoon.
Beside the bed, a French service cart held a lavish Western meal...
The elegant curtains were half-drawn, mottled light rendering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting faint shadows.
Cool wind rolled in warmth, brushing over her scar-covered skin...
The huge French room was empty and quiet, as if he had never been here...
Yet the delicate fragrance of blue roses lingering in the air was mixed with the scent of passion.
And the fresh, intense pain reminded her again that she was not dreaming.
Did he leave? What was that scent, so fragrant...
Yimo Qiao lay exhausted on the bed, wanting to move, but her body felt as if it were breaking apart with stinging pain, weaker than when she was beaten in Baiser City!
At this thought, Yimo Qiao felt bitter, letting out a helpless smile.
Lied to by this foreigner again. She had thought he'd discover his conscience and let her go...
Well...
Better this time, at least she wasn't thrown into the sewer.
Yimo Qiao sat up, only to realize her fingernails had been trimmed, her fingertips burning with stinging pain. She had no mind to care about that right now.
Looking up, she saw the service cart by the bed holding Western delicacies... Western wraps, meat sauce pasta, a whole turkey leg, a glass of water, milk, orange juice, coconut juice...
This was the most lavish meal she had ever seen!
Yimo Qiao swallowed her saliva, looking left and right cautiously. Was this for her?
Eating one should be fine, right?
Yimo Qiao sat by the bed, hesitated for a few seconds, picked up the wrap and started eating... then guardedly drank a glass of water...
She really wanted to eat that turkey leg... but...
She wasn't sure if it was all for her... Eating someone else's food without permission would be very impolite.
But... if it was for someone else... why put it beside her?
Forget it, Yimo Qiao blinked. Her appetite wasn't big; the wrap was enough.
The girl gradually regained her strength, gulping down water and wiping her lips...
After a full meal, she rested for a moment, testing her feet on the floor...
"Ah!—"
"Thud—" The moment her feet touched the ground, her whole body collapsed down.
Dizzy and lightheaded, she crawled up weakly after a moment, beginning to search for clothes.
?
Where were the clothes?
"..."
Maybe still in the room next door...
Fearing there might be others here, she trudged forward with difficulty.
Picking up the bath towel Sichen Fleming had left in the bathroom, she wrapped it around herself.
Yimo Qiao's legs were horribly weak.
She had no choice but to bend slightly to relieve the pain, his scent lingering in the air without dispersing...
The girl used every bit of strength to push open the heavy double Roman door, yet the villa before her felt extremely unfamiliar.
This...
Why did it feel different from that night?
The corridor here was exquisite and noble, a pristine arched hallway with French candle-like wall lamps hanging on the walls, every Roman column carved with statues of Western deities...
Intricate arched windows, a French Versailles style infused with futuristic technology.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting light shadows that wove freely through the romantic hallway.
Every step revealed a new view, the spacious walls embossed with patterns.
Cool wind seeped through the windows, along with the sound of ocean waves.
The hallway and style had completely changed...
This place was as beautiful as a fairy tale...
Yimo Qiao walked to the next room, finding it brand-new as well, without any clothing, like a French fairytale manor that had never been lived in...
Where were her clothes?
Not a single piece of clothing here?
The shockingly massive villa seemed isolated from the world, leaving only her alone, devoid of traces of life, feeling exceptionally cold and lonely...
Yimo Qiao returned to the room, running to the walk-in closet on the side to look for clothes, but in vain.
Let alone clothes, except for the towel on her body, there wasn't another piece of fabric to cover herself!
Looking up at the sparkling European vintage ornaments, Yimo Qiao felt as if she had arrived at the Palace of Grimm.
Every item here was priceless, looking as if it didn't belong to this world...
"Is anyone here!"
"Hello?"
"Is anyone there, please?"
Her raspy voice echoed in this massive villa.
She spoke once in Chinese and once in English, yet still no one responded.
Yimo Qiao clutched her chest, bending her waist, when she suddenly saw the end of the hallway was a circular angel balcony.
She quickened her steps and walked over, the scene before her scaring her half to death—
It was the ocean!
My goodness! This wasn't a villa! It was a castle!
A castle built over the ocean!
The sunset illuminated the ocean like elves casting magic. A luxurious, fairytale-like castle stood majestically in the middle of the sea water.
The castle architecture was predominantly French cream white. The exterior walls and Roman columns were embedded with Greek statues, exquisite relief craftsmanship with elegant, gorgeous patterns, as if narrating the story of the owner's family.
Inside the main gate was a massive circular fountain. The fountain formed a circle surrounding a small villa in the center, a long-haired mermaid holding a crystal bottle standing atop the fountain peak.
The water was as blue as gemstone pearls, spraying from the bottle into the air to form a rainbow.
The outer wall surrounding the castle wrapped halfway around, supported by Roman columns, with a French Roman-domed gazebo standing every ten meters, extending to the main gate.
The spires of the domed castle towered high, huge carved flowers breathtakingly beautiful, varying in height yet exceptionally magnificent.
Looking further back, the distance looked like a European flower garden courtyard, like Monet's Garden, planted full of blue roses.
What a breathtaking castle!
Where was this?
France?
Mont Saint-Michel Castle in France?
No...
This was The Queen's Empire!
Moreover, this castle looked brand-new inside and out, unlike having historical renovation marks...
Yimo Qiao swallowed nervously.
So what kind of person was Sichen Fleming? To actually own a place like this.
He locked her in the castle, took away all her clothes—could it be to prevent her from escaping?
Damn it!
Did he want to continue having her at night!?
At the thought of this, her trembling legs weakly gave way!
Filled entirely with fear toward Sichen Fleming!
Yimo Qiao gritted her teeth in anger, her throat dry and burning severely!
Phone...
Right!
She should be able to call China from here!
She wanted to call Grandma!
She also wanted to call the Chinese Embassy!
She wanted to expose what this man had done to her!
Holding onto the wall, Yimo Qiao wandered around several loops, while admiring this masterfully crafted castle, she searched sneakily, finally arriving at the living room.
This was the center of the castle. A grand spiral staircase ascended to the ninth floor step by step, delicate carved handrails and balustrades meticulously polished.
As breathtaking as a deity.
More prominent was the fireplace and exquisite, noble Nordic murals. Beside the velvet sofa on the tea table stood a vintage rotary phone.
Yimo Qiao quickly turned the dials on the phone keys, then waited quietly. If she remembered correctly, this was how these phones worked.
"..."
A long wait.
"Still can't get through..."
Hearing no response on the phone, Yimo Qiao didn't give up and dialed several times continuously, then entered her best friend's mobile phone number. But no matter who she called, it failed to connect...
After a long time...
Yimo Qiao put the phone back in disappointment.
Grandma's landline didn't support international long-distance calls. Her father had lied to her; he hadn't installed an international line for Grandma at all! And... her best friend's mobile number wasn't international either...
As for the Chinese Embassy's number, she didn't know what it was... Besides these, she had no other contact information...
For a moment, her eyes flashed abruptly—
No!
There was still one person!
Calling him before always indicated he was powered off, but not unreachable!!
Meaning his phone number could be reached!
Should she try again?
His last name was Ji.
Called Beisen Ji—
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