"Clang" The color instantly drained from Wen Qiao’s face.
The phone slipped from her hand, and she stood there, stunned, unable to speak.
The sound left her mind blank, the fear and trembling she felt when she heard it in the past nearly tore apart all the courage she had recently regained.
"Miss Wen, Miss Wen, what’s wrong?" The servant heard the sound and rushed over in a panic.
Young Master Ji had said that Miss Wen mustn’t get hurt in any way.
"Whose call was that, Miss Wen?" The servant noticed her unusual expression and the phone on the floor, quickly picking it up. "Was it Young Master Ji?"
"No!" Seeing the servant about to answer the phone, Wen Qiao lunged forward like a madwoman to snatch it back.
"Miss Wen, has sothing happened?" The servant looked at her, a bit scared.
Miss Wen had never behaved so agitatedly here. The servant had been taking care of her for so ti, and she had always been very quiet.
The servant sensed sothing was wrong and imdiately took out her phone. "I’ll call Young Master Ji."
"Wait." Wen Qiao pressed down on the servant’s hand. "It’s okay, I’ll call him myself."
The servant lowered her head, seeing Wen Qiao’s fingers trembling severely.
Wen Qiao panted, shakily putting the receiver back to her ear.
It’s okay, her grandmother and uncle were there by her side.
He had nothing left that could threaten her.
No matter what, even if he stood before her, so what? At worst, it was death.
Death, to her, was just a form of relief.
Yes, relief!
All she wanted now was relief, nothing else dared be hoped for.
If one day Cesar could die, she would confess everything to Ji Shaoyang.
Whether he accepted her or not, she would have no regrets.
But if he couldn’t die, if he regained control over her, she would rather... perish with him.
It was just a life, what else was there to fear?
"What do you want, tell !" Wen Qiao’s voice gradually cald down.
Hearing her calm voice on the other end, there was clearly so surprise.
Even in the silence, she could feel the cold, cruel curve of the mouth of the person on the other end.
Thinking of this, she actually laughed.
"Qiao, you’ve beco braver." The icy voice continued, still without any discernible emotion, "Do you think I can’t do anything to you anymore?"
"What exactly do you want?" Tears glistened in Wen Qiao’s eyes, and she couldn’t muster the strength to shout.
"Don’t you know what I want?"
"It’s been ten years, even if you hate , what does it matter? You can’t bring your mother back, and you can’t change the blood relationship between and Dad!"
"Do you think it’s because of that?"
Wen Qiao’s fingers clenched the phone tightly. "Then what is it? I really don’t know what you want, but I can tell you that there’s no way I’ll do anything to harm Lu Wanwan again."
"What if I want sothing else?"
"What else do you have to blackmail with?"
After a mont of silence, Cesar’s voice seed to carry a smile. "Co to the Northwest Wharf within half an hour. Whether Gu Annan brings you or you co yourself, I don’t care. I’m giving you only half an hour, if I don’t see you, you can prepare to collect Ji Shaoyang’s corpse."
"What are you talking about!"
"There’s dynamite in his company... where do you think I placed it?"
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