Wen Qiao’s heartbeat almost stopped, her voice barely audible and weak, "Explosives? Are you insane... do you know how many people are in that building?"
"Enough to blow up one floor, on every level. If you try to warn him to run, I guarantee it will explode before he gets out."
"..." Listening to that chilling voice, devoid of any emotion, Wen Qiao spoke.
She couldn’t find words, a chill running from head to toe.
"Rest assured, as long as you don’t say anything, he won’t get out within this half hour. Qiao, you now have twenty-nine minutes."
"Wait, wait!" Wen Qiao’s mind seed about to burst, "Wait a minute, how can I trust you’re telling the truth?"
"Of course, you can choose not to believe."
Wen Qiao’s face was as pale as paper; he was capable of this.
He had done such terrorist attacks before, even during his years on the run, she knew he secretly collaborated with Country X, conducting no less than three terrorist attacks.
"Then how can I trust that when I co you won’t detonate it? Cesar, if you really plan on this, you wouldn’t care if I co or not."
"Perhaps." That voice softened, as if pondering sothing, "But if you don’t try, how will you know? Qiao, you can make a bet with yourself. If you don’t co and he dies, I’ll stop bothering you forever. Do you dare to take this gamble?"
For a mont, Wen Qiao felt she must have been hallucinating, as if she heard a slight change in his usually cold and ruthless voice.
As if he hoped she wouldn’t go.
"You have twenty-eight minutes left, you need eight minutes to think it through and get them to let you go. It takes twenty minutes from your place to the Northwest Wharf. Goodbye, Qiao."
The call ended.
Listening to the beeping sound, she stood frozen in place, at a loss.
"Miss Wen, I don’t know what’s happening, but I must tell the young master. I’m sorry." The servant was anxious.
Though she didn’t know who was on the other end or the relationship with Miss Wen.
But clearly, from the conversation she overheard, sothing serious was about to happen.
"No!" Wen Qiao rushed forward, using all her strength to knock the phone out of the servant’s hand.
"Miss Wen, what are you doing?"
Wen Qiao imdiately snatched the phone, shaking her head, "I’m sorry, I can’t let you make that call."
"Miss Wen..."
"I need to find Gu Annan!" Wen Qiao said, enunciating each word, "I need to find Gu Annan now, sobody here must know how to contact him, right?"
*
When Mu Bei arrived, another five minutes had passed.
"Everyone here is under control, they won’t have a chance to call Mr. Ji for now. But, are you sure this information is real?"
Wen Qiao’s face was pale, she looked up at him, her eyes hollow, "But can you bet that it’s fake? I can’t."
Cesar didn’t give her much ti to think, she couldn’t afford to lose.
Mu Bei looked at her for a mont, "The car is ready outside, but, Miss Wen, if Mr. Ji returns and finds that you’re not here..."
Wen Qiao’s expression was resolute, "There’s no helping it, no matter how unwilling he is, he should understand. I have no choice, there will be no peace between Cesar and until this is resolved. If the tracker shows no issues, I’m ready to leave."
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