Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 512 - 510: Is This Woman Worth 10 Million US Dollars?
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, and one went out, presumably to seek Yan Bin’s opinion. Two minutes later, he hurried back, frowning, "Untie the ropes!"
The other bodyguard stepped forward and untied the ropes binding Zaizai.
Jiayi let out a sigh of relief, squatting down, "Zaizai, you stay here, Mummy has to go out for a bit."
But Zaizai seemed to realize something and grabbed Jiayi’s wrist, "Mummy, is it because these bad people want you to do something before they will release us?"
Jiayi wanted to reassure Zaizai, whispering softly, "They’re asking me to call Uncle Huo. As long as Uncle Huo agrees to their demands, they’ll let us go."
As she said this, she felt somewhat less confident. Yan Bin and his crew were clearly ruthless criminals. Even if that man did agree to his demands, would he truly let her and her son go?
But what other option was there now? She could only do as Yan Bin had instructed.
Jiayi comforted Zaizai with a few words and walked out of the storage room with the two bodyguards.
Outside the warehouse, a laptop convenient for video calls was already prepared.
"How about it, Miss Jiayi, can you contact the young Master Huo now?" said Yan Bin with a cold sneer.
Jiayi had no confidence that the man would compromise with Yan Bin to save her and Zaizai.
A few days earlier, she had called the man’s American phone number for help, but he didn’t even take the call before hanging up. So how could she be confident he would come to her and Zaizai’s rescue now?
Still, in these straits, she had no choice but to put on a brave front.
Jiayi nodded expressionlessly towards Yan Bin.
One of Yan Bin’s confidants stepped forward and pressed the video call button.
The computer screen flashed, and in the call window, the man’s imposing figure appeared.
On the other end of the video call, it was daytime in America, and in the office adorned with handmade British furniture, the lazy sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows like poured gold, casting a glow on Huo Zhenyang’s black custom suit.
In the video, his eyes were cool and indifferent, his lips slightly pursed as if he was dealing with work in his office, still dashingly handsome, though his features appeared slightly thinner and his complexion a touch paler, almost as if he had just been ill. Yet this made his facial features all the more prominent like a range of mountains, an undeniable aura of regal dignity impossible to conceal.
Ade was also by his side.
At the moment of video connection, Ade obviously saw something startling and moved closer to the Boss.
Huo Zhenyang, recognizing Yan Bin in the video, moved his thin lips slightly and put down the Parker gold pen in his hand, revealing an extreme disdain in his faint smile, taunting:
"Vice-Mayor Yan seems to have neither ended up in prison nor been fed to the fish in the sea by the Longding Society and still has time to call me."
Although the notebook computer wasn’t facing Jiayi, she could see the man in the video from the side, but due to the angle, Huo Zhenyang didn’t see her.
Her breathing tightened slightly, and she clenched her fist.
"Master Huo, a person of your stature is surely very busy, but, today, I have finally managed to contact you," Yan Bin said with a cold tone, suppressing the rage within him as he faced the man who had caused him such misery.
He couldn’t defeat this man, he had to concede, and now was not the time to quarrel with Master Huo. It was crucial to persuade Master Huo to grant him a reprieve and allow him to flee the country.
"Contact me? For what? To help you pick out a feng shui burial site to see where you’d be better off buried?" Huo Zhenyang never hid his mockery for a defeated foe.
Yan Bin was now no more than a homeless dog, hardly worth mentioning.
Had the nerve to actually call.
With a single movement of his fingertip, he could switch over the line to China, and in minutes, someone would pinpoint the whereabouts of this doomed mutt, whether it was the police or the Longding Society, they would capture him within twenty minutes.
Heh, had these few months of being hunted and chased by both the criminal underworld and the law made him stupid?
Daring to seek him out!
Enduring the ridicule from the man, Yan Bin’s lips curled into a strange smile, "I wanted to ask, the demand I made to Mr. Huo’s secretary over the phone the other day, has Mr. Huo given it any thought?"
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a suspicious glint appeared on his handsome face.
Yan Bin proceeded as if he had not taken him seriously at all, a rush of irritation welling up in his throat as he scoffed, "My demand is very simple. If Mr. Huo is willing to let me off, providing me with a speedboat and ten million US Dollars, allowing me to leave China smoothly, I will release your godson and his mother."
The expression on Huo Zhenyang’s face became tense, his pupils subtly contracting.
Ade was also surprised, Miss Chu and Zaizai... had been captured by Yan Bin?
"How about it? Two lives for my escape, a pretty good deal, huh?" Yan Bin said, and with a slap, he spun his laptop around so that the screen faced Jiayi, then shot her a look, signaling her to start begging for mercy.
On Huo Zhenyang’s computer screen suddenly appeared the figure of that petite woman.
Ade was greatly shocked and looked towards the Boss, about to speak, but saw Huo Zhenyang flick his long eyelashes, as if signaling him to remain silent.
The man’s eyes seemed to flicker with changing emotions, but the moment was fleeting, and his face, spiteful as if wronged by heaven and man, remained utterly expressionless.
Jiayi felt her palms drenched in cold sweat, seeing the man on the screen, she could only follow Yan Bin’s script, word for word:
"...Mr. Huo, Zaizai and I are in Yan Bin’s hands. Zaizai has been locked up for three days, he can’t continue to be confined... Please arrange a speedboat and ten million US Dollars for Yan Bin within three days, or else," she swallowed, "Zaizai and I will die."
Zaizai and I will die.
The sentence echoed around the empty and cold warehouse, then through the radio waves, transmitted across the ocean to America.
Ade’s heart pounded violently, Yan Bin was now a rat crossing the street, everyone against him, with nothing left to fear, capable of saying and surely doing anything.
If the Boss refused, Miss Chu and her son wouldn’t survive.
No, Yan Bin was driven into a corner by the Boss, hating him to his very core, even if the Boss agreed, Yan Bin might still renege on the deal after getting what he wanted, and tear up the ticket to spite him!
Cold sweat rolled down Ade’s forehead as he looked towards Huo Zhenyang.
After a few seconds of silence, Huo Zhenyang’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he curved his lips into a smile, a sense of mirth spreading over his sculpted face.
Yan Bin felt a chill run down his spine at the man’s laughter, stepping up to the screen and nearly roaring, "What are you laughing at!"
"I’m laughing at how overconfident and foolish you are. Do you think this woman is worth ten million US Dollars? Yan Bin, you might be overestimating the worth of this mother and son."
The man’s voice, mockingly jeering, reverberated in the warehouse, chilling to the bone.
Jiayi felt weak in her knees, was this man unwilling to save her and Zaizai, leaving them to fend for themselves?
Although Yan Bin knew it wouldn’t be easy, he hadn’t expected such an outright rejection. He didn’t care at all about this mother and son, turning his face the color of liver in a moment of rage: "This little boy is your godson in China, are you really so heartless and ungrateful..."
