Chapter 627
Miss Lu, who had hung up the phone, grew more and more infuriated the longer she thought about it.
Since Miss Lu had put the call on speaker, Yiwen was able to hear their entire conversation clearly. Seeing Miss Lu’s puffed-up angry look, Yiwen reached out and patted the back of Miss Lu’s hand to comfort her.
“Don’t be angry. Isn’t his words just showing that he doesn’t believe you’d really do anything to those two women? Since he wants to gamble with you, let’s gamble with him and see who can’t hold out first.” Yiwen’s eyes gleamed with intensity, staring straight into Miss Lu’s eyes as she spoke.
“What if he attacks my family?” Miss Lu wasn’t easily swayed by Yiwen’s words; her brow furrowed, her eyes revealing the concern she couldn’t hide.
“In broad daylight and under the sun, would he dare to harm your parents? If he truly tries anything, my dad isn’t a pushover either. He’ll ensure that the troublemaker faces severe consequences. It wouldn’t be impossible for him to even take down the Xu Group in one fell swoop.” Yiwen, accustomed to arrogance, didn’t share Miss Lu’s fear of Xu Ke. She had never regarded Xu Ke seriously from beginning to end. His words didn’t instill any fear in her; instead, they sparked a desire to conquer.
She wanted to see Xu Ke’s panicked expression and his figure cowering at her feet.
Yiwen did her utmost to persuade Miss Lu, urging her to make a bold move. But Miss Lu couldn’t seem to let go of her concern for her parents. Afraid of what might happen to them if she truly did something to those two women, she feared Xu Ke would act without hesitation against them. She had no confidence in Aimin.
The two of them ended up in a deadlock with differing opinions.
At this moment, the Xu Family was enveloped in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, like dark clouds pressing on the city. The servants wanted nothing more than to float in like ghosts, making no sound at all.
Lin Mengyao, exhausted from crying, lay in Xu Ke’s embrace, waiting anxiously for the outcome.
“How is it going? Still no clue?” Xu Ke asked.
The older bodyguard tasked with finding them wore an especially serious expression, his brows shadowed by worry. Hearing Xu Ke’s push, he worked even faster, his eyes glued to the computer screen, the whites of his eyes webbed with bloodshot veins.
“Found it.” A hint of joy broke through the older bodyguard’s face.
Upon hearing the bodyguard’s words, both Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao’s eyes lit up, their gaze carrying anticipation.
“Where?”
“Looking at the direction the car is heading, it appears to be in the northern suburbs. That area is desolate and remote, once an industrial zone but long since abandoned. If someone wanted to hide people, it would be the perfect place.” Now that he had some semblance of a lead, the older bodyguard allowed himself to relax just a bit, feeling a wave of exhaustion as he leaned back, his once upright back seeming to have lost all its strength and support, collapsing like a boneless octopus.
“Now that we have a lead, let’s send someone to find them quickly.” Lin Mengyao exclaimed excitedly, gripping Xu Ke’s hand, her fingernails digging into his flesh without her notice.
“I’ll dispatch people right now to ensure they bring them back unharmed. So just take a deep breath and wait with me.” Xu Ke said.
At this moment, without waiting for Xu Ke’s instructions, Housekeeper Zhao had already taken on the task and started arranging personnel to head to the location the bodyguard had surmised.
The warehouse wasn’t silent either. In the end, Yiwen had managed to convince Miss Lu. They planned to show Xu Ke that they meant what they said, that they weren’t just trying to scare him. They were prepared to fight to the death, ready to drag him to hell with them. She wanted Xu Ke to see their determination, to make him afraid.
Diao Ge, who received the order, put down the phone with a look of difficulty and struggle on his face.
Yiwen wanted him to break the limbs of the two people and then film it to send to her.
Yu Xia sat obediently in the chair, draped with his jacket, still holding the cup of warm water. Her downcast eyes involuntarily softened anyone who looked at her. Even the strong-faced man who had abducted her felt a pang of guilt whenever he looked at her, and others who didn’t particularly fancy Yu Xia also grew fond of her due to her docile nature. Some even began seeing her as a younger sister, given the time they spent together.
Not to mention Diao Ge, who already had a favorable impression of Yu Xia. The thought of laying hands on her made him hesitate, afraid she wouldn’t be able to endure it and afraid she’d cry. But he couldn’t betray his fellow brothers for Yu Xia’s sake. They had come here for the dangerous mission purely to make money. If they didn’t achieve that, what was the purpose of coming out here?
Even though Yu Xia kept her obedient demeanor, it didn’t mean she was willing to stay as their hostage. She was constantly devising an escape. She discreetly observed everyone here, trying to memorize everything she could. As a result, she immediately detected Diao Ge’s momentary slip of unease, causing her heart to skip a beat, making her apprehensive.
Yu Xia gave Tang Zhongwei a signal, then her face turned pale, curling up like a prawn about to be boiled.
This frightened Diao Ge, who had initially intended to approach Yu Xia with uncertainty about what to do.
“What’s wrong? Not feeling well? Are you ill?” Diao Ge rushed over in a couple of steps, supporting Yu Xia’s arm as he asked.
Tang Zhongwei, noticing Yu Xia’s signal, didn’t initially grasp her plan. But seeing her actions, Tang Zhongwei could piece together what was happening. Secretly annoyed at Yu Xia for dragging her into this mess, she realized Yu Xia was her only ally in this room. They couldn’t stay here forever.
“I think she’s having a gastric attack. Her stomach isn’t good, and she needs to eat on schedule every day. Look, it’s already dark, and you’ve only given her a glass of water. It’s no wonder she’s unwell,” Tang Zhongwei spoke, glancing at Yu Xia.
Hearing her words, Diao Ge looked at Tang Zhongwei, surprised.
“And porridge. Get some stomach-soothing porridge too.” Tang Zhongwei added tentatively.
Yu Xia continued to huddle on the chair, her face pale, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Diao Ge touched Yu Xia’s hand, finding it colder than before and slick with sweat, even the sweat felt cool. Only then did Diao Ge truly believe that Yu Xia’s health was very poor.