“Stay here?”
The chaebols were confused, looking at Mr. Cruise and then at Paige on the ground, are they being asked to stay and watch a live version?
It’s not that they can’t accept it, but the problem is that they’re in no mood for it right now. They’re risking their lives here.
“Yes, stay here.”
Mr. Cruise waved his hand, and a bodyguard brought a chair over. He sat down with the support of his cane, staring at Paige, with wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and cloudy white of the eyes.
Seeing that Mr. Cruise was so insistent, no one could say anything, and they all stayed.
“You’re downright despicable, without a shred of decency!”
Bryan stared at them in disbelief, his eyes bloodshot from the excitement.
“Young Master Bryan, it’s best to keep your mouth shut, so you’ll still have the energy later.”
Mr. Wilkie also sat down, looking at him with contempt like he was looking at an ant under his foot.
Paige fell to the ground, showing her pain, her fingers clutching the clothes in front of her.
She never imagined that these people were so sick that they wanted to watch a live version. Indeed, they were extremely cautious.
“…”
Pretending to be in pain, she buried her head in her arms, lips pursed, tongue licking her teeth, breathing heavily.
If she were surrounded only by some highly skilled subordinates, she could handle it, but with such a bunch of old foxes staring at her so closely, it would be difficult for her to ensure her own escape.
What should she do…
She tried to pin Mr. Cruise down? No use. If she really did that, these people would know they had been tricked and that something must have happened to their rear base camp. They would never let her go and would sacrifice Mr. Cruise for their own benefit and to keep her under control.
Paige sucked in a breath, various contingency plans going back and forth in her mind.
Think of a way, think of a way.
She couldn’t become their hostage to threaten Enrico.
But before she could think of a solution, a bodyguard ran over and said, “The elevator is fixed.”
So soon?
Paige was stunned. The elevator malfunction was meant to separate the experts on this side from the weapons collection at the base camp, so that the situation could be controlled with minimal damage to human life. How could it suddenly be fixed?
Could it be that Rafael and Carrie knew she was trapped and wanted to use this method to take the tycoons away?
“So soon?” Mr. Cruise was also taken aback. Could it be that he was being paranoid?
“Mr. Cruise, let’s go?” Mr. Wilkie rubbed his eyes, and they stopped twitching, so there were no surprises.
Mr. Cruise nodded, stood up from the chair, and looked at the three people in the room with some suspicion, “Does this medicine take so long to work?”
“…”
The effect of the medicine.
Bryan stood there, looking down at himself. He didn’t feel any discomfort at all, and he couldn’t feel any heat in his body.
Obviously, he had also been drugged.
He looked at Paige with some confusion, and saw that she was slumped over, her two thin legs painfully grinding against the ground, as if she was trying to relieve something by doing so. This action was indecent in this situation.
Bryan suddenly understood something, reached out to pull at his collar, gasped, put one hand on the wall, pretended to be weak and fell to his knees, and placed his hand on Paige’s leg. As soon as he touched it, he retreated as if he had been burned.
“…”
Seeing this, the plutocrats understood that both of them were deliberately restraining themselves.
Looking at the old man tied up on the bed, he was still as usual. They couldn’t help but sneer. He really was a eunuch, and even after taking the medicine, he didn’t react at all.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Cruise said, leaning on his cane and walking out.
As the group walked out, Bryan was pouncing on Paige, causing them to laugh knowingly.
“Are you faking it? How do you want me to cooperate with you?”
Bryan grabbed her with one hand and held himself up with the other on the ground, whispering with a furrowed brow.
This time, he would not betray her.
“…”
Paige did not expect Bryan to be so cooperative this time. She could not say anything else while he was lying on top of her, so she whispered, “Just wait.”
Once Enrico’s side was settled, they would be relieved.
“Just wait?”
Bryan stared at her face in front of him for a moment, his face flushing slightly, but he did not step back. He wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, “Is that all? You’ll still be suspicious?”
“That’s enough,” Paige quickly stopped him from thinking, and if she didn’t act more convincingly, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to go home.
The chaebols only regarded the elevator malfunction as a minor accident, and after relaxing, everyone entered the elevator and went downstairs, a group of top-notch bodyguards escorting them to the first floor lobby.
“You don’t need to come with us. You must control this building, especially the 68th floor, and absolutely not let anyone in,” Mr. Wilkie explained.
As long as everything was fine here, they would not need to be followed by bodyguards on the way back to their base camp to join forces.
“Yes,” the bodyguards answered in unison.
“Let’s go, Mr. Cruise and Mr. Wilkie. As I said, I consulted a fortune teller, and today will be a day of good fortune. We can already look forward to Enrico’s face when he sees the film.”
A chaebol laughed, his words tinged with mockery. Mr. Cruise and Mr. Wilkie were just too nervous, thinking about everything, and they panicked over the elevator malfunction, running back and forth.
“As long as it went well, let’s go,” said Mr. Cruise, unable to find anything wrong with the situation, and turned to leave.
As the group turned to walk towards the door, an old but loud voice suddenly came from behind them, “Haha, how the times have changed, things are different now. The ancestors of the Cruise family were just servants who guarded the estate for the Davis family. Now they dare to plot against the descendants of the Davis family!”
The voice came from far away, full of spite.
Mr. Cruise stood in the middle of the tycoons. Upon hearing this, the wrinkles on his face froze, and his loose eyelids lifted upwards, looking ahead in shock.
The door to this building was about ten meters away from them, and it was slowly opened. Men with guns pressed in from outside, led by an old man in old-style black regular clothes. He had short white hair, but it was neatly combed. His face was a little sickly pale, but he was full of energy, walking upright without a cane.
Compared to Mr. Cruise’s state, he looked like a young man.
Who is this No. 1 guy again?
The faces of the plutocrats all changed drastically. The fact that this group of people had just walked in so blatantly meant that everyone outside the Yindu Building had either been dealt with, or dealt with quietly.
The bodyguards all gathered around the plutocrats, staring at each other warily, their guns raised.
The old man, however, did not look the least bit afraid. He lifted his foot and walked towards them as if he couldn’t see the black muzzles of the guns.
“Who are you?”
Mr. Cruise stared at the person in front of him and his voice broke.
“Mitchell.”
The white-haired old man stood in front of him and sneered, “Do you want me to give you a rundown of the Cruise family genealogy? According to the rules passed down by our ancestors, you still have to address me as my master.”
“…”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Cruise was shocked, and his hand holding the walking stick was shaking, “The Davis family, that The Davis family?”
The Davis family that was once comparable to only the Folsom family in Country A?