"Actually... the one who can save your son is you!"
"That's good, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, as long as Mingyou is safe!" Jian Yuxi seemed to have grasped the last straw to save her life, her body softened and she sat on the floor.
"Yes!" After a simple tone, the other party hung up the phone.
…
Count put away his mobile phone and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite of the Hills Hotel, overlooking the city in the night. Every spark and light seemed to have been stepped on under his feet.
He knew that the former Feng Hao's favorite hotel was Langston, so he deliberately did not go there. He knew that the former Feng Hao would often stay at home for Xia Yucheng, so he stayed in this hotel these days.
It was obvious that he was a man that he had tried to imitate for so many years. Now, when he felt that he could control everything, he really wanted to throw away that shadow.
Just because he is not Feng Hao!
But everything Feng Hao possesses makes him obsessed to the extreme. No one will refuse power, wealth and success.
Therefore, the real head of the Feng family must die!
After a while, the phone rang again. He picked it up and heard what was said on it. It took a long time before he said harshly: "Idiots, a bunch of idiots!"
He hung up the phone and threw it away, and the phone fell on the beautiful high-end Persian carpet.
It's been almost a week, and those two people have disappeared as if they had disappeared from this world. Maybe they were really buried in the sea, after all, the helicopter crashed.
But don’t worry!
You want to see people when you are alive, you want to see corpses when you die, and you want to eradicate the roots. These are the most important things.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
"Come in!" Count returned from the window and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
The door was gently pushed open, and Zhu Huan walked in and replied respectfully: "Sir, the thoroughbred horse purchased from England has arrived!"
"Oh? Thoroughbred horse?"
"My lord, I just want to prepare a horse for Miss Xia." Zhu Huan said cautiously.
Count frowned and gave a soft "hmm". Most of his body was leaning on the back of the sofa without looking at Zhu Huan. His cold eyes were staring at some vague target.
He didn't speak again for a long time.
"Sir, what should I do with the horses?" Zhu Huan had no choice but to ask. He interpreted the owner's silence as thinking of Miss Xia, which touched his heart.
"Keep it up!" Count said calmly.
"I understand, sir, and..." Zhu Huan lowered his head, not daring to look at the cold-eyed owner in front of him, "Miss Li is in the hotel lobby, saying she wants to see you!"
"How does she know I'm here?"
Zhu Huan lowered his head slightly: "Miss Huizi told her."
Count pursed his thin lips tightly and suddenly said coldly: "Let her come up!"
Zhu Huan nodded, bowed and went out. When he came to the corridor, he had a doubt in his heart. In the Fantasy League, Fujiwara Keiko made a mistake by revealing the whereabouts of the master to outsiders.
Because the whereabouts of the head of the Feng family can never be disclosed casually. This is the tradition of the Feng family. Because the Feng family had many enemies in the past, the whereabouts of the head of the Feng family have always been forbidden to be revealed at will.
But today, his master did not reprimand this kind of behavior. Instead, he wanted to invite Miss Li who suddenly came to visit. This was too strange.