The queen's wife is too sultry

In the study, George was sitting at his desk, and Arthur was standing behind him with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the computer screen.

In less than a moment, the video call was successfully connected.

But the strange face that appeared on the screen was beyond their expectations.

Arthur and his father looked at each other, then stared coldly at the eastern face on the screen:

"Who are you? Where are the Franks?"

The man was wearing a black flat suit, with his fingers clasped on his knees, elegant and dignified, with three-dimensional and handsome eyebrows and eyes with deep contours, thin lips tightly pursed, and black eyes condensed and indifferent, giving off a powerful aura across the screen Feel.

"I'm Frank's friend. Next, I will replace him and negotiate with you."

His voice was cold and deep, and he spoke an authentic and fluent London accent.

George squinted his eyes, feeling a little uncertain for a while.

Frank's personality is notoriously withdrawn. Over the years, he has never heard of any friends around him.

And this strange young man in front of him could bring him a little sense of oppression, which he had never seen before.

Arthur was the first to ask, "What about others?"

Young stared at the camera, and said unhurriedly: "This has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that in the next negotiation, I will represent Frank's position."

What an arrogant tone!

The arrogance and indifference in those eyebrows and eyes did not lose to Frank in the slightest.

The anger in Arthur's heart was instantly aroused. He sneered: "You seem to have forgotten that his daughter is now in our hands. Judging by your attitude, it seems that you don't intend to care about his daughter's life."

The young man smiled lightly, "This is your chip, now it's my turn to tell you what the chip is in my hand."

The corners of the handsome and elegant man's mouth were raised slightly, but his black eyes were cold and deep, without any smile, and the condensed gaze was enough to make people shudder.

With a jump in his heart, George finally started to face the mysterious man in front of him. He tapped the table with his right hand and said slowly:
"Sir, besides Frank, what chips do you have in your hand?"

The corner of Arthur's mouth curved into a mocking arc: "Frank loves her daughter so much, he must be willing to trade his life for her."

"Mr. Arthur, you got to the point. I have to ask Mr. Frank, how is Miss Ye Zhen doing now?"

George said lightly: "Don't worry, Miss Ye is safe now, by the way, what should we call you."

"I am Mr. Lee.

The man stared at him for a while, then smiled lightly, and said casually: "Mr. Arthur, there may be someone you have forgotten, but let me remind you, you have an old friend, his name is Sartre."

Arthur's smile instantly froze on his face, and his whole body seemed to be frozen suddenly.

"Sartre?" George frowned, not understanding why the man suddenly mentioned this name, but was stunned when he turned his head:

"Arthur, what's going on?"

Arthur didn't speak.

Jiang Jingting sat in front of the computer, admiring Arthur's extremely ugly face, and slowly curled his lips.

"Mr. Arthur, I heard that you have always respected your father very much, so you probably wouldn't do something against his orders."

"Or" he said word by word: "You were too eager to become the mayor, and you couldn't help but kill Wilson yourself, and then left some small flaws, which happened to be discovered by me."

Arthur's face was gloomy, and he denied it in a cold voice without thinking: "Impossible!"

Jiang Jingting sneered in his heart: I've taken the bait.

George was puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but turn cold, and asked his son again in a deep voice:
"Arthur, let me ask one last time, what have you been hiding from me!"

"Father, don't listen to this stranger's nonsense, he is here to interfere with your judgment on purpose."

"Really?" Jiang Jingting raised his eyebrows, picked up the camera at the side and put it down, shaking it like a demonstration.

"Arthur, it seems that Sartre is still not smart enough to live up to your trust in him.

Jiang Jingting said slowly: "He only deleted the surveillance video of the laboratory, but the camera in my hand clearly recorded the whole process of how he stole the medicine and pretended that he had never left the laboratory."

"Tell me, if I hand over this video to the police in Texas, combined with the remaining medicinal ingredients in Wilson's body, will the police still suspect Frank?"

Just two sentences easily changed Arthur's original determination to win.

He stared at the strange face on the screen, cold sweat rolling down his back.

He clearly asked Sartre to destroy all evidence, how could it be.
But it was useless to trace the reason, and the gloomy and cold eyes of his father George made his scalp tingle even more.

"Father, listen to me"

"Sir, I need to stop for a while to discuss something with my son. The negotiation will continue later."

Jiang Jingting nodded calmly, "I hope you will move faster, I am still in a hurry to return to China for the New Year."

George said with a sullen face, expressionless: "Sorry."

He hung up the video call, and the computer screen went dark.

Jiang Jingting knew what the father and son would talk about next without even thinking about it.

Shen Yan, who had stood aside and listened to the whole process, immediately came over and stared at him nervously:
"How? Did they believe it?"

Jiang Jingting nodded.

"That's good."

Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something, but found that Jiang Jingting's face was frighteningly cold, and his black eyes were bottomless, as if a storm was brewing.

"What's the matter, Jing Ting?"

Jiang Jingting's face was sullen and he didn't say a word.

The violent and manic emotions reached their peak at the moment of hanging up the video, forming a force roaring and collapsing in his body, clamoring and roaring to vent, this feeling made him tear every inch of his body.

He has not seen Ye Zhen for nearly ten days.

For nearly ten days, I didn't kiss her, I didn't touch her, I didn't see her smile with my own eyes, I didn't hold her in my arms and say "Happy New Year" to her.

He promised her that he would spend with her the first New Year's Eve after the two reconciled.

But now she was kidnapped to the United States by a group of people who would never have anything to do with her. Although George said she was "safe", Jiang Jingting didn't believe it at all.
"Jing Ting, are you worried about Ye Zhen?" Shen Yan saw through his thoughts and sighed:

"You were so calm and calm just now, I thought you were."

"Shen Yan, do I have any other choice besides calm down?" Jiang Jingting said with a blank expression:
"Could it be possible to let George know how much I care about her, and then use this to increase the weight of this bargaining chip and put Ye Zhen in deeper danger?"

Shen Yan looked complicated, sighed, and did not speak.

It's extremely stupid to expose your weakness.

Frank has proven this with his own experience.