Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 884 Show Mercy

Chapter 884 Show Mercy

Queeny turned the doorknob with force, but it wouldn't budge.

The door might have been locked from outside.

It was within Queeny's expectation. Thinking for a moment, she left the door alone and began to fumble

beside it inch by inch.

Meanwhile, a talk was taking place at a villa not far from the cabin.

A glass of red wine in hand, a man was sitting in front of a monitor, drinking and watching the screen.

On the screen was a woman groping strenuously along the wall in a dilapidated cabin.

She listened attentively while exerting herself.

The man raised his brows and asked, "What's she doing there?"

Behind him stood a guy in a silver mask with his arms crossed in front of his chest, who said, "Probably

checking the surroundings."

The former man was a bit surprised, but immediately gave a laugh.

"Interesting."

The silver-masked guy gazed at the woman on the screen and asked, "Chief, actually I don't quite

understand. What do we take her here for?"

The man who was addressed as chief said in a throaty voice, "Why? Are you scared?"

The masked guy frowned.

"It's not that I'm scared, but Felix Bissel has been looking for her like mad. He has made a mess of Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

quite a few of our clubs. His search is so frantic and extensive that I'm worried sooner or later he will

find some clues and hold us accountable. If he comes to us, I'm afraid…"

"Afraid of what?" The chief turned to look at him with a mocking smile. "You think the Zircon

Association is no match for Felix Bissel?"

The masked guy lowered his head to evade the chief's scolding eyes.

"I wouldn't say that. It's just that things are complicated now and there's another group meddling with it

recently. I'm afraid somebody will take advantage of it."

Hearing the words, the chief turned around and sneered.

"Rest assured. Nobody can take advantage of it, because I never give them the chance."

Saying that, he took another drink of the red wine, his eyes directed towards the screen growing more

sullen than before.

The masked guy didn't dare to say more.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," the chief called.

A tall, lean man strode in.

"Ramon, here you are. I've been looking for you everywhere."

Ramon turned around. Seeing the man, he smiled.

"Halley, you've been as busy as a bee lately, wandering all over the world. What are you doing here?"

He stood up, walked to Halley and gave him a polite hug.

Halley laughed and said, "I'm not as busy as you, Ramon."

Saying that, his eyes fell on the monitor before him.

He raised his brows in an interested manner.

"Aha, what do you get her here for?"

Ramon cast a glance at Halley and turned to the screen. "Halley, she's an old acquaintance of yours,

your junior fellow apprentice. Don't you feel pity seeing her in my hands?

Halley let out a short, nonchalant laugh.

"Pity for what? You won't kill her."

Ramon was dumb for a second.

Then he chortled

Reaching out and patting Halley on the shoulder, he said, "You're right. I just do what my boss

demands and have her here in exchange for something. I know nothing else about it. Don't fret. I know

who she is to you. Once we get what we want, I will let her go and won't make her suffer."

With these words, Ramon winked at Halley mischievously.

But Halley paid no heed of him and took a piece of fruit from the table to eat.

After that, he slowly said, "Let's get down to business. I'm here to ask you a favor."

Ramon swirled the wine and gazed at Halley with piercing eyes. "What favor?"

"The thing is…"

Halley pulled a chair over, sat down, and launched into the details of his business.

While the men were talking, the masked guy turned and left the room.

Not until half an hour later did they finish.

Halley stood up from the chair and smiled, "I'm much obliged to you, Ramon."

Ramon touched fists with him and said, "You and I can do away with the banalities."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave you now."

"All right."

Halley walked to the entrance, when Ramon teased again, "Hey, shall I show mercy on the woman or

not?"

Halley paused.

Turning around, he gave a faint smile. "Ramon, if you think I need you to do it, then please do. If you

don't think so, then you don't have to. Basically, it has nothing to do with me. It's all up to you."

Halley finished the words and left.

Ramon stood there in trance.

Seconds later, the silver-masked guy came in, giving a cold frown at Halley's distant figure.

"Chief, what did the rascal mean by saying that?"

Ramon had replaced the previous cheeky grin with chilly indifference.

"What else could he mean but to tell me that I don't need to sound him out anymore."

He turned and cast a look at the screen.

In a frigid voice, he said, "Go fetch her."

Fixed for a second, the masked guy responded immediately, "Yes, sir."

Having made quite an effort to grope all over the room, Queeny came to a conclusion.

It was an enclosed wooden house of about 20 square meters, with a door at the front and a nailed-up

window beside it. She could hear faint sounds of water behind the house, which might come from a

river of a lake.

The floor was damp. When she reached one corner, she felt some wet web-like things which she

conjectured should be tools for fishing.

This cabin might have been the abode of fishermen, which was now used for her imprisonment.

Judging from the fact that she was kept in a cabin instead of the headquarters or other secret places,

the party that captured her could probably be another one rather than the one that she had assumed.

Still pondering over the situation, Queeny heard footsteps from outside.

Startled, she sat back to where she had been initially.

The silver-masked guy opened the door. Seeing Queeny sitting there obediently and thinking of what

he had seen on the monitor screen, he was somewhat amused.

He went to her, took the rags from her mouth and said in a throaty voice, "Why didn't you call us when

you woke up?"

Queeny was sure that she had never heard the man's voice, which was deep and a trifle hoarse.

She inquired coldly, "Who are you?"

The guy raised his brows and gave a laugh.

"Don't worry. You'll know sooner or later, but not now."

Saying that, he bent and picked her up.