Chapter 391 Strange Man
George paused before deciding to go himself. He stood up, put on his coat, and said to Emma, "I'm heading out for a bit. Wait for me at home." Emma nodded, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. She walked over to him, adjusted his collar, and whispered, "George, be careful and come back soon."
George felt a wave of tenderness as he looked at her. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I can. Take care of yourself." Emma nodded, watching him leave with a complex expression in her eyes.
She stood at the door until his figure disappeared from sight, then slowly closed the door.
After George left, Emma went to Charles's room. She gently pushed the door open and saw Charles sleeping soundly.
She sighed in relief, quietly closed the door, and returned to her own room.
Standing in front of her closet, she thought for a moment before changing into simple casual clothes, putting on a hat and sunglasses to disguise herself. She grabbed a small bag and quietly left the house.
Emma walked through a few alleys and arrived at a small shop on the street. The shop looked unremarkable, with an old facade and a sign so faded it was hard to read the name. She pushed the door open and entered. The dim lighting and faint woody scent in the air gave the place a mysterious and quiet atmosphere.
The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man, nodded slightly when he saw Emma, as if her arrival was expected.
With a faint smile, he seemed to have anticipated her visit. Emma walked to the counter and quietly asked, "Is what I need ready?" The shopkeeper nodded, turned, and took an envelope from a cabinet behind him, handing it to her.
Emma took the envelope, quickly checked its contents, and then put it in her bag. She took out a stack of cash from her bag, placed it on the counter, and whispered, "This is the deposit. I'll pay the rest once I confirm everything."
The shopkeeper accepted the money with a smile and said, "Ms. Jones, rest assured, we always keep our word. If you need anything else, feel free to contact me." Emma nodded and quietly left the shop.
After leaving the shop, Emma quickly crossed the street and turned into a secluded alley.
She removed her hat and sunglasses, took a deep breath, and her expression returned to calm.
Emma opened the envelope and looked at the address on the paper inside.
The address pointed to a residential area on the outskirts of the city, where the streets were narrow and the buildings old, a stark contrast to the bustling city center. Without hesitation, she crossed several streets until she arrived at an old apartment building.
She stood outside, looked up at the windows, confirmed the address, and quickly entered the building. The hallway was dimly lit, with old advertisements on the walls and a damp smell in the air.
Following the number on the paper, she found the apartment.
She knocked lightly on the door, and after a moment, footsteps approached. A man in his twenties opened the door, his clean-cut appearance and slightly puzzled expression revealing his surprise at Emma's arrival.
Emma smiled slightly and said softly, "I'm Emma, and Aiden sent me."
The young man nodded, his expression turning serious, "Lead the way."
Emma didn't say much, just gestured for him to follow.
The young man grabbed a coat and followed Emma out of the building.
Emma led him through a few alleys and finally back to George's villa. The villa was quiet, and it seemed no one noticed their arrival. The door closed softly, shutting out the noise from outside.
Emma led the young man straight to Charles's room.
She gently pushed the door open, confirmed that Charles was still asleep, and motioned for the young man to enter.
Once inside, Emma quietly closed the door, and the room fell into silence. No one knew what they were doing inside, only faint murmurs and soft sounds could be heard. The room was dimly lit, with the curtains half-drawn and a faint herbal scent in the air.
After about half an hour, Emma and the young man emerged, both looking a bit serious. Emma quietly said to the young man, "Please keep today's events confidential." The young man nodded solemnly, "Ms. Jones, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut. It's part of my professional ethics."
"Thank you for your help today. If I need anything else, I'll contact you."
"Alright. But you should get that item I mentioned as soon as possible. The sooner you use it, the faster your grandfather will recover."
"Thank you, I will."
Meantime, Phoenix arrived at the hotel and followed the instructions in the text message to the designated room.
She stood at the door, took a deep breath, feeling a bit uneasy, but the thought of the money pushed her to raise her hand to knock.
Just as her hand was about to touch the door, it suddenly opened, and several strong arms quickly pulled her into the room. Before Phoenix could react, she was firmly restrained by several burly men, unable to move. Her wrists were tightly gripped, and she was shoved against the wall, her breathing rapid, filled with anger and anxiety.
She then noticed that the room wasn't just occupied by Jack; there were three or four other burly men, all glaring at her.
Jack stood to the side, looking disheveled and clearly under duress. His clothes were messy, and he had a panicked look on his face. One of the men sneered at Phoenix, "Where's the money? Hand it over!" His voice was low and menacing, with a threatening look in his eyes.
Phoenix, known for her fiery temper, glared back and retorted firmly, "I don't have any money! You've got the wrong person! I'm here to get money from Jack!" Her voice carried a hint of disdain, as if she didn't take these men seriously, warning them with her eyes not to act rashly.
However, the men were unfazed and moved closer, their smiles growing more sinister.
One of them said, "Since you won't give us the money, we'll have to make money another way." They then suggested a vile plan—to strip Phoenix and Jack, take explicit photos, and sell them.
They laughed, adding, "With your identities and fame, these photos will fetch a high price." Their tone was smug, as if they could already see the money rolling in.
Phoenix's face turned pale with rage upon hearing this, but she was held down tightly, unable to resist.
Her hands were bound, her body immobilized, and she could only glare at them.
Jack was also terrified, clearly not expecting things to escalate this far.
If he and Scarlett were really photographed naked, he would be too ashamed to show his face ever again!
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