Chapter 625: Zhu Yiwen's Escape

Zhu Yiwen drew his gun, the pitch-black muzzle aimed at the butler's head.

"Thump—"

The butler was so scared his legs went weak; he collapsed to the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Spare me, Head of the Family, please spare me! I wouldn't dare deceive you, every word is true, Madam Lu Si really did say that..."

In the end, he put the gun away.

Although this man was not as useful as A Qing, he truly had no one better to use right now, did he?

He would just have to make do; having someone was better than having no one.

"I'll go take a look."

Madam Zhu Xingye was still in the courtyard with the two children; batch after batch of cars had already left, and the mother and her two children were huddled together, sobbing bitterly.

He approached the three of them, having already put away his irritability to show his gentlemanly side: "Madam Lu Si, I am very sorry about today's events. I can understand your feelings as a mother, but please think of your children. She has only injured her leg now, but if you don't leave, it is very likely she will lose her life!"

"I won't listen! Look at her condition now, how can she leave? It hurts her to death just to move a little. In any case, the three of us are together, and we will live and die together... Sob sob sob!"

Women are emotional; women all over the world are much the same.

At a time like this, she could not bear to watch her daughter suffer. No matter how reasonable Zhu Yiwen's words were, she simply insisted that they could not leave!

Furthermore, Madam Lu Si was currently having a breakdown.

She had even forgotten that she was a hostage and forgotten that her safety should be in the hands of the person opposite her. Madam Lu Si threatened Zhu Yiwen: "If you don't agree to my request, I will bash my head against this and die right here."

"Fine, you and the girl can stay. I will have a doctor come to the Castle to treat her, but I must take the boy."

"No, I won't leave Mom, I won't leave my sister..."

Madam Lu Si was also extremely reluctant to part with the boy, but she tacitly agreed to this request.

She pulled her son into her arms, kissing his cheeks and forehead, telling him he must be careful on the road!

Wang Yong led his men into the Castle and found Madam Zhu Xingye and her daughter.

Miss Zhu had a cast on her leg and was sent back to the United States by private plane along with her mother.

Zhu Yiwen spoke with Zhu Xingye on the phone.

Zhu Xingye complained: "Minister Zhu, what is going on with you people? I finally pulled strings and got them to agree to expedite the money transfer to L Country, and now you don't want it. Who is going to pay for such high handling fees for the back-and-forth?"

Zhu Yiwen: "Don't worry about those petty handling fees. Compared to the safety of the principal, the fees are irrelevant."

Zhu Xingye: "Has something happened in L Country? I heard from colleagues that things haven't been peaceful there lately. I want to speak with my wife."

Zhu Yiwen: "Mr. Zhu, please don't listen to rumors. Everything is perfectly fine here, nothing has happened. But unfortunately, your wife is not here; she has taken your daughter to participate in a school-organized activity and won't be back for a week."

He made something that clearly didn't exist sound as if it were true.

"They aren't there? I don't believe it!" Zhu Xingye's voice already carried dissatisfaction.

He had to pretend he knew nothing; only then could he appear authentic.

His son was still in Zhu Yiwen's hands; there could not be the slightest mistake.

Zhu Yiwen: "Of course they aren't all gone. You know my character. Your son is by my side; do you need to speak with the child?"

Zhu Xingye: "Of course."

Soon, the son's voice came from the other end of the line: "Daddy, I miss you so much. Don't worry, I'm here with Mommy and my sister, we are doing very well, you don't need to worry..."

These words did not sound like they came from the child himself; he must have been under duress.

Zhu Xingye's heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

"Baby, what do you want to eat?" he suddenly asked, apropos of nothing.

There was a silence of two seconds on the other end, then the son said: "Bacon pasta, lemon tea, mashed potatoes, chicken soup, cream plum cake..."

The child did not speak fast, as if he were thinking, taking several seconds to say each item.

Zhu Xingye was not idle on his end; he listened while frantically recording on paper with the Hallucinogenic Pen, terrified of missing a single word!

"That's all for now. When I think of more, I'll call and tell you, okay?" the son said.

Zhu Xingye: "Alright. Tell Daddy everything you want to eat. When you return to Daddy's side, we will go eat them one by one."

While the boy was talking to Zhu Xingye, Zhu Yiwen did not dare to let his guard down and pricked up his ears to listen.

The content was all normal; it was all about food!

He couldn't say what was wrong, but he just felt that something was off.

Before the call between the boy and his father could end, he snatched it away: "Mr. Zhu, let's leave it at that for now. The riding instructor is here; it's time for the child's lesson."

This sentence could be interpreted in different ways.

It could show preferential treatment for the child, but it was also a threat!

Riding lessons were coursework prepared for children of the upper class, a symbol of status.

But at the same time, it carried a certain degree of danger. Zhu Yiwen was hinting to Zhu Xingye not to have any other ideas; his son was in his hands, and he could put him in danger at any time.

"Minister Zhu, when exactly will your money be transferred? With such a large sum of money in my hands, I don't feel secure." Zhu Xingye immediately changed the subject.

He performed well; Zhu Yiwen was satisfied.

He said: "Wait for my notification on when to wire it over. I am very reassured having you oversee things. Mr. Zhu, please rest assured regarding your son; I will cherish him as if he were the apple of my eye."

"Soon you and your son will be able to meet. By then, you can take him to eat everything he likes."

He hung up the phone.

Zhu Yiwen's face darkened, and he called his subordinate over to take the child away.

Then he asked: "Are we still unable to contact the people at home?"

The subordinate was respectful: "Yes, Head of the Family. The signal at home has been in a state of interception. We also don't dare to contact them too frequently; it would be bad if our location were tracked."

"Hmm."

Zhu Yiwen frowned and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to leave.

The boy stood outside, sobbing softly.

His little face was covered in tear tracks; he had actually been crying the whole time, but he cried without making a sound.

Just now, when he was on the phone with Daddy, he had tried hard to restrain himself from sobbing out loud because the bad guys threatened him with the safety of Mommy and his little sister, saying that if he slipped up and let Daddy hear that something was wrong, they would immediately have his mother and sister killed.

Daddy had said that he was a little man, a man.

A man must protect women; even though he wanted to return to Daddy's side quickly, he could not let his mother and sister be killed by the bad guys because of him.

He hoped Daddy could understand his words and rescue them quickly.

……

United States.

Zhu Xingye had already deciphered quite a bit of information from his son's words on paper.

His son liked listening to detective stories, especially The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes!

The little guy was particularly fascinated by Morse code, so Zhu Xingye had created a code between father and son using various delicious foods.