Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

"I remember you still have work to do today?" Qiaosha reminded him.

"Well, come with me." He held her hand and refused to let go.

Qiao Yisha saw his uneasiness, and although she didn't know the reason, she nodded and agreed, "Okay."

After he finished his breakfast, the two of them got into the car that Nangong Xianyue usually used for travel.

The sedan is pure black, with no brand or license plate, only a flag symbolizing the royal family of Xizhou. It is very low-key, but not too low-key either.

Anyone with a little knowledge would know who is in this car.

There were several cars following behind him, carrying the guards responsible for protecting Nangong Xianyue.

Sitting in the car, Qiao Yisha asked, "Isn't it bad if we are seen riding in the same car?"

"I'm not a celebrity, why are they gossiping about me? Besides, who has the guts to come and see which lady is sitting in my car?" Nangong Xianyue leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs, supported her head and looked at her sideways.

The car slowly drove out of the palace and into the bustling crowd. She couldn't help but wonder, what were the chances of successfully getting off the car and escaping?

She glanced at the car carrying the guards in the rearview mirror, sighed almost imperceptibly, and suddenly felt that her idea was a little presumptuous.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Nangong Xianyue continued, "Or are you afraid of being seen? By that Prince of Zhongzhou?"

"I didn't say that." Qiaosha denied. She really didn't think so. She almost forgot that she had such a fiancé. She thought it was because she had no feelings for him. They got engaged after just knowing each other for a few days, and broke up just after getting engaged. The couple didn't develop any feelings for each other at all.

"He knows you are here with me." Nangong Xianyue said softly.

Qiaoisha was stunned for a moment and looked at him. There was a smile in his eyes, but he was very serious.

"Impossible." She shook her head slowly, obviously not believing it.

"If you disappear, he will definitely suspect me first. There is no doubt about that. You know that yourself, don't you?"

On the first day Qiao Yisha was brought here, she hoped that Bo Luoxun would react and come to Xizhou to take her back, but after so many days, everything was calm and there was no news at all.

Could it be that Bo Luoxun was really indifferent? But... why? Was his previous affection all fake?

"He...he..." Qiao Yisha was extremely confused, but didn't know how to start. However, she didn't feel sad at all, just a little lost.

"Do you still remember that interview with me?" Nangong Xianyue suddenly changed the subject.

"Remember, what happened?"

"I lied."

Qiao Yisha frowned, "What do you want to say?"

"I bribed someone, bribed Bo Luoxun to give up you." A gleam of light flashed in his narrow eyes.

"Don't make it up. If he was bribed by you, why did you knock me out in a hidden place and take me away? You could have kidnapped me openly, right?"

"Indeed, you can, but in order to save face for the Zhongzhou royal family and to avoid unnecessary complications, we made a plan. Of course, it's just for show. No one will come to save you."

Qiaoisa stared at his face carefully, trying to discern the truth from his words. "What did you bribe him with?"

"Secret." Two words came out lightly from his thin lips.

"Where's the evidence?"

"The fact that he didn't chase me is proof."

"I won't believe you."

"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't change the facts."

The car stopped in front of a tall building, the door opened, and Joysa got out.

She had seen this solemn and majestic building on the Internet and on TV. It was the office of the King of Xizhou, the Baizhu Palace.

She and Nangong Xianyue walked in. Just like what they had seen on the Internet, uniformed guards could be seen everywhere. They stood straight and tall with sharp eyes, guarding the safety of the place, which made people couldn't help but become serious.

Only after she walked through the corridor and entered Nangong Xianyue's office did she breathe a sigh of relief. It was difficult to feel at ease seeing so many guards.

When I looked up and saw the layout of the office, I was a little stunned. How could this be an office? It was bigger than a basketball court.

Directly above was a rectangular solid wood table, which was clean and empty. But the moment Nangong Xianyue walked over, two computer screens and a standing desk phone automatically rose up in the gap.

Directly opposite the desk is a screen that takes up an entire wall, on which is rotating news from five continents.

There are some colorful oil paintings hanging on the white walls, adding some mystery to this empty space.

Qiao Yisha sat down on a white sofa. There was a flower in the vase on the coffee table in front of her. She looked at the flower, and kept thinking about what Nangong Xianyue had just said in the car.

His tone was so firm that it was hard not to believe him, but he was obviously not a good person! How could one believe what such a person said?

She was immersed in her own world, thinking, with her brows tightly furrowed.

"Wait for me for twenty minutes. I have a meeting." Nangong Xianyue stood up and walked in front of her, reaching out and patting her on the head. "Someone will bring coffee in later. Don't run around."

"Yeah." Joeysa nodded.

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Zhongzhou Palace.

Under the magnificent palace, there is an extremely incongruous iron house, or rather, an iron cage, which is airtight on all sides. The smell of blood fills the entire space, and the silver-grey walls are covered with blood marks and stains.

There were several plates of cold food in the corner, and this cold cage held neither prisoners nor wild beasts, but a noble and high-ranking prince of Zhongzhou - Patrick Bolotun.

But at this moment he was lying on the ground like a dog, his body covered with wounds, his long black hair wet with blood and sweat, especially his hands, which looked like they had been soaked in blood.

Due to physical exhaustion, the pair of black and gold wings behind him could not be retracted, and lay listlessly on his back.

The nails on the fingertips also revealed their original form, black and sharp, and still trembling slightly, because most of the nails had been separated from the nail bed, and several nails were bare and bleeding. Even those that had not fallen off completely were only slightly attached to the skin and flesh.

My fingers are connected to my heart, and the pain is excruciating.

He clearly could no longer hold on, but he rested for a moment and struggled to stand up. However, before he could stand up, he fell heavily to the ground again. He groaned in pain, and the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands bulged. This time he did not struggle to stand up, but lay on the ground and crawled forward, bit by bit.

He crawled to the wall, holding on to the cold wall and stood up little by little. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was going to faint in the next second. He still struggled to swing his fist at the wall. After more than a month, he finally made a slight dent in this area.