"Ah! Don't kill —"
Goodman let out a heart-wrenching scream, hurriedly covering his head with his hands, and frantically curled up inside the car.
Lin Ruoxi was almost hit by Goodman's frantic movents, but fortunately, Yang Chen was quick to pull her to his side, avoiding any harm.
The man in black, however, did not fire his gun. Instead, he let out a screeching laugh, like the sound of gears grinding, which was echoed by the other three n who also laughed heartily. They clearly despised Goodman's cowardice.
Yang Chen remained silent, patiently observing the equipnt of the four n in black from head to toe, including the guns in their hands.
Finally, Yang Chen's gaze fixed on the identical golden sun totems tattooed on the arms of the four n in black.
Yang Chen squinted his eyes; he didn't recognize this totem. In his mory, neither the world's rcenary organizations, supernatural groups, nor national security agencies had such an emblem. Clearly, if this was an organization, it must have erged in the year or so since he returned to the country.
Yang Chen looked up at the n in black, then at the totem on their sleeves. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, suddenly finding the situation interesting.
After laughing enough, the four n in black nodded to each other and walked forward, first dragging the cowering Goodman out of the car.
At this mont, Goodman was completely limp, terrified to the point of losing his bones, and was dragged out like a rag doll.
Yang Chen raised his hands, showing a fearful expression, and said in French, "I'll go by myself, I'll go by myself."
The four n in black said nothing. Seeing Yang Chen obediently coming out, they didn't bother to move. They just waved their rifles, signaling Lin Ruoxi to co out as well.
Lin Ruoxi, not knowing what Yang Chen was planning, was truly scared at this mont. Despite being calm, she was still a woman, and encountering a kidnapping without crying or making a fuss was already impressive. She couldn't think of anything else, so seeing Yang Chen step out of the car, she hurriedly followed, hiding behind him.
Under the threat of four guns, the three of them slowly walked towards a dark door not far away. When they reached the door, the steel door was pulled open.
The four n in black rudely pushed them from behind, shoving them through the door, and imdiately shut it with a bang.
In the darkness, cold, damp air seeped into their collars, and the ground was cold and hard, filled with the sll of mold.
Goodman couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground as soon as he entered. Looking around, it was pitch black everywhere. He could barely see Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi beside him and asked in a trembling voice in French, "Where is this place?" He had completely forgotten to speak in Chinese, muttering to himself.
"It's a warehouse."
Suddenly, a pleasant, magnetic male voice ca from the depths of the dark corner, answering the question.
"Ah!"
Goodman was startled again and took a sudden step back, only to hit his head on the steel door, letting out another painful scream. It was a case of one misfortune after another, unable to handle both ends.
Lin Ruoxi was also frightened, instinctively grabbing Yang Chen's arm and pressing her body close to his.
Yang Chen smiled, gently patting Lin Ruoxi's head with his other hand. "I'm here, don't be afraid."
With Yang Chen's reassurance and gentle touch, Lin Ruoxi realized how naturally she had clung to him. Embarrassed, she quickly stepped away, her face flushing even in the darkness. "You... you... I... it was just..."
"Just an instinctive reaction, I understand, I understand," Yang Chen chuckled even more, enjoying the mont. Unfortunately, Lin Ruoxi quickly moved away.
Though the surroundings were pitch dark, it didn't affect Yang Chen's vision. He could see everything clearly, including the people in the corner.
Turning around, Yang Chen took out his phone, not to make a call but to use it as a flashlight to bring so light into the darkness.
Even though he didn't need the light, Lin Ruoxi and the terrified Goodman did. With the phone's light, Lin Ruoxi and Goodman felt a bit better, while Yang Chen walked towards the corner of the warehouse.
The warehouse was a small room, but still over a hundred square ters. Yang Chen walked to the corner, and the phone's light revealed two figures huddled together.
"Nice to et you. It seems we're quite destined to et in such a place," Yang Chen greeted in French with a bright smile.
Lin Ruoxi and Goodman followed, seeing the two people in the corner. Lin Ruoxi frowned slightly, while Goodman looked surprised.
It was a man and a woman. The man was leaning against the wall, while the woman lay in his arms like a docile kitten, as if this cold prison was a warm bed.
The man wore a plaid suit and yellow trousers, with a handso face, fair skin, and striking blonde hair. His blue eyes carried a hint of allure, and a mischievous smile played on his lips. By conventional standards, this white man could easily captivate ninety-nine percent of young won.
The woman, with her silver hair, was equally stunning. Her natural, pale silver hair was extrely rare, coupled with a curvaceous figure and finely sculpted features. Her light golden eyes sparkled like stars. She wore only a light pink camisole dress, exposing a large expanse of pale, smooth skin.
Even though Yang Chen was used to seeing various beautiful won and Lin Ruoxi was standing beside him, the unique beauty of this woman still caught his eye.
Lin Ruoxi noticed Yang Chen's continuous glances at the foreign woman and couldn't help but let out a soft snort.
Yang Chen quickly turned back, smiling earnestly in Chinese, "Darling, she's not as beautiful as you. I just found her hair color interesting, so I took a few more glances." This was the truth. Although the silver-haired woman was beautiful, she didn't quite reach the level of Lin Ruoxi's transcendent beauty. However, to ordinary people, she might be considered a goddess.
"No need to explain. If you want to look, just look," Lin Ruoxi pouted, feeling slightly appeased but not entirely forgiving Yang Chen's behavior.
While they were discussing this, the young couple in the corner remained silent, gazing at each other affectionately. The man occasionally kissed the woman's lips, and the woman gently caressed the man's cheek. Their loving gestures made it seem like they were in their own world.
Seeing the lovers embracing each other so calmly, Goodman finally recognized them and blinked a few tis before saying, "Aren't you Stern and Alice Cromwell from the Cromwell family?!"
Stern and Alice finally stopped their affectionate gazes at each other and turned to look at Yang Chen and his companions, their eyes finally settling on Goodman.
"Sorry, sir, I don't know you. Are you British?" Stern's magnetic voice spoke again.
"Oh no, it's understandable that you don't know . I'm Goodman, the director of Yulei International's European division. I had the pleasure of seeing you both at the London Fashion Week two years ago, and I rember you well," Goodman hastily tidied his clothes and introduced himself with so reserve. "This is Lin Ruoxi, the president of Yulei International, and this is Director Yang, who ca with us to Paris. I never expected that you two would also be kidnapped. It's truly regrettable."
Yang Chen couldn't help but admire Goodman a bit. This guy was still thinking about making connections even while being kidnapped.
"Cromwell family?" Lin Ruoxi seed to recall sothing and asked, "Goodman, are you saying they are mbers of the Cromwell family, the Dukes of Protectors?"
"Yes, yes! The Dukes of Protectors!" Goodman introduced excitedly, "Mr. Stern here is the current first-in-line heir to the Cromwell family, and Miss Alice is his sister."
In British history, during the period of the English Commonwealth, Oliver Cromwell was a strongman who abolished the monarchy and controlled the army, becoming a legendary figure. However, after his death, his successors couldn't maintain control, leading to the restoration of the monarchy under Charles II. Cromwell's remains were exhud and subjected to posthumous punishnt by the royal family.
Despite this, the Cromwell family remained a powerful and wealthy family with extensive connections and loyal followers. Over generations, they continued to play significant roles in England. Although the family no longer held the title of Duke Protectors, they retained the hereditary noble title of Duke and were recognized as one of the most influential noble families in British high society.
So, even though Lin Ruoxi hadn't spent much ti in Europe, she knew a bit about the Cromwell family.
At this point, Alice also spoke, her voice sweet and soft, "So, you are the president of Yulei International. Such a young and beautiful lady, I'm so envious. There aren't many beauties like you in the world, right, dear brother?"
"In my eyes, Alice, you are the most beautiful," Stern said naturally, then kissed Alice's hair.
This scene made Lin Ruoxi shiver with disgust. She glanced at Goodman, "You said these two are siblings?"
Goodman smiled bitterly and explained, "Yes, although they are siblings, they are also publicly recognized lovers in high society, and they have received many blessings. No one in the Cromwell family opposes it, so it's not a secret."
"It's just incest. I've seen plenty of it. No big deal. Such beautiful sibling couples, how nice," Yang Chen laughed nonchalantly.
"You think you know everything," Lin Ruoxi shot Yang Chen a look, feeling overwheld by the situation. She had just arrived in Paris and was kidnapped, locked in an unknown warehouse, and now t an inexplicable noble sibling couple.
Yang Chen, however, was intrigued. He squatted down, shone his phone's light on Stern and Alice, and smiled, "Hey, stop licking each other's tongues for a mont and tell us how you got here. What's the situation?"
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