Chapter 149 A Choice between Queenie and Barbara
As Manley's voice fell, Kate rushed over with a serious expression to report.
"Not good! Mr. Clancy, Miss Barbara is likely in trouble too. We are short-staffed over here..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Benoit interrupted directly.
"Do everything possible to find Queenie! I won't let her suffer the slightest harm! Not even a strand of hair!"
Benoit's gaze turned stern as he glanced at Kate, "Did you do what I asked you to do?"
Implied in his words was a reproach for her being distracted and doing other things.
Kate's heart sank, and she quickly reported, "Mary has been brought here. I attached a tracker to her bag earlier. She has been lurking near the hotel, monitoring what's happening inside."
"Lead me there."
Kate immediately led the way, and Benoit strode towards the private room.
When Mary saw Benoit, dressed in a black windbreaker, walking in on his own feet, she was both shocked and pleased.
"Benoit, your foot is alright! I knew you wouldn't..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Benoit directly grabbed her neck, his eyes filled with a strong murderous intent.
"Where is Queenie?"
Mary's throat tightened.
Soon, she found it hard to breathe and her face turned red. "You choked me for that woman?"
The mention of "that woman" caused Benoit to grip her even tighter. Veins faintly popped on the fair skin of his hand, his eyes crimson, as if blinded by rage.
Mary's face turned as red as a pig's liver, struggling to catch her breath, her eyes bulging, rendering her unable to speak.
Seeing this, Manley hurriedly tried to pry Benoit's wrist apart but failed. "Mr. Clancy!"
Manley shouted anxiously, "You should kill her quickly."
Ignoring everything, Benoit continued to exert force. "Mr. Clancy! Saving her is the top priority now! If you kill her, it will be difficult to find..."
Before Manley could finish his sentence, Benoit regained his senses and released Mary. Mary slumped to the side, desperately gasping for air, like a fish flapping on the beach, unable to speak for a while.
"Where is she? I'll ask one last time," Benoit's eyes revealed a sinister darkness.
Mary smiled, causing a sharp pain in her chest. She hated Queenie. It was all that damn woman's fault for making Benoit have the intent to kill her. "Hahaha."
Mary curled her red lips, laughing maniacally.
"Benoit, you're mine! In all of Coast City, I understand you the most! I even know that you're mobilizing the general. Let go of that idea. The general will never find that wretched woman."
Kate stepped forward and slapped Mary. "Mr. Clancy can't hit a woman, so let me do it for him!"
Instantly, Mary's face started bleeding, turning her cheeks crimson. She shook her disheveled hair, still smiling.
"Guess what Queenie's going through right now? Benoit, I am the person who understands you the most in this world. You're a clean person and don't like others tainting your things. But what if Queenie has been used by multiple men? Hahaha... I can even make a little movie for you as a gift. I don't believe that you can stay hard looking at her for the rest of your life... I bet when you see her face, those images will come to mind."
Kate delivered another neat slap, causing Mary's head to spin. But Mary, like an indestructible cockroach, smiled and sat up straight once again. Benoit stepped forward and gripped her neck, his gaze piercing like a knife. "
I'll ask one last time, where is she? Don't make me ask a second time!"
As if recalling the near-death experience just now, Mary quickly said, "I'll tell you!"
Benoit released his grip on her neck, his eyes lingering on her with a heavy intensity.
Mary smiled menacingly, "I'll give you a choice. I can give you a clue, but you can only save either Barbara or that wretched woman. Whom will you choose?"
