Translator:Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xu Wennuan was holding a stiletto covered in rhinestones.
“She’s not in the back, and no one would go back there to get fresh air anyway. It’s deserted. But I found her shoe! Something must have happened to her!”
“Are you sure this is Xiao’ai’s shoe?” Lu Bancheng asked.
“Of course! I helped her pick them out yesterday. This is absolutely Xiao’ai’s shoe…”
Before Xu Wennuan finished, Gu Yusheng, standing in front of her, suddenly turned around and strode toward the security office.
As soon as Gu Yusheng got to the door, Xiaowang rushed out of their office anxiously.
When Xiaowang saw Gu Yusheng, he immediately stopped. With no formality, Xiaowang blurted out, “Secretary Qin was kidnapped!”
Gu Yusheng had felt a bad foreboding when he had seen Xu Wennuan holding a shoe. At this moment, his expression suddenly became extremely cold.
“She was kidnapped by a man in a waiter’s uniform in the bathroom…” Before Xiaowang could finish, Gu Yusheng raised his hand, pushed him firmly to the side, and stepped into the security office.
As Xiaowang remained trapped against the wall, Gu Yusheng stood and watched the surveillance video playing on the screen. After seeing enough, Gu Yusheng turned around toward the door.
“Master…” As Xiaowang began, Gu Yusheng raised his hand to push Xiaowang away again before running out of the banquet hall.
Once Xiaowang had gained his balance, he stood steadily and then rushed to follow Gu Yusheng.
When Xiaowang reached the center of the banquet hall, he was stopped by Lu Bancheng and Xu Wennuan.
Xu Wennuan couldn’t wait to ask, “Do you know where Xiao’ai is?”
“Secretary Qin has been kidnapped…” Xiaowang told Xu Wennuan and Lu Bancheng what he had seen on the security video while quickly walking to keep up with Gu Yusheng.
Xu Wennuan and Lu Bancheng hurried behind them both.
By the time they got to the door, Gu Yusheng had already driven away and disappeared out of view within seconds.
……
Qin Zhi’ai’s exquisite gown had been torn to pieces and was scattered all over the floor.
She curled up and grabbed for the largest scrap she could reach to cover herself, but most of her pale skin remained exposed.
Qin Zhi’ai heard them clearing their throats and swallowing, a disgusting sound. She was trembling with fear as her hands kept grasping at the fabric scrap.
“Who wants to be first?” the cameraman asked as he was focusing the camera.
“Me.”
“Me, let me…”
The men volunteered at the same time.
“You go first,” said the cameraman, pointing to the man who had abducted Qin Zhi’ai from the banquet hall.
Excited, he rushed to Qin Zhi’ai without hesitation.
Instinctively, she bounced to the other side of the sofa, and her dark and clear eyes were panic-stricken.
Ctrembling with fear as her hands kept grasping at the fabric scrap.
