SIATOWITF Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Don’t Be Too Possessive of Other People’s People. Double Standard On Scene…

Chapter 22: Don’t Be Too Possessive of Other People’s People. Double Standard On Scene…

“Beautiful view.”

Before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the building, Ottley looked down at the prosperous night scene of the city.

Then he sighed deeply and picked up the crystal wine glass placed on the red velvet soft cloth.

“Pour the wine.”

The person standing behind him turned and left, making rustling sounds.

“Still missing a beauty~” Ottley shook his glass, half-reclining in the soft chair and swiping on his phone.

“Let me see which phone number An hasn’t blacklisted yet. Forget it, I’ll get a new one.” He opened the drawer, revealing a stack of brand-new phone cards.

“Rhys, what’s taking you so long to get a wine?” Halfway through picking, Ottley heard his servant’s footsteps gradually approaching.

The person behind him didn’t speak, but the sound of opening wine came.

Ottley suddenly felt something was wrong. Just as he propped himself up in the chair and was about to turn around…

Splash…

The mellow wine poured down head and face, dyeing the Frenchman’s brilliant golden hair red.

“Cough… you…” Ottley coughed, his eyes filled with scarlet.

“Are you satisfied with the wine pouring service, sir?” It was a deep male voice, with a smile in its tone, but it sounded particularly dangerous.

“It’s you…” Ottley wiped the red wine from his face, meeting a pair of cold golden eyes. “You… your eyes…”

His body trembled, and his consciousness frantically screamed in his brain, telling him to run away.

But how could he escape… Endless oppression and fear turned into shackles, entangling his body, wanting to move, but unable to move at all.

Like being slowly strangled by a snake…

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The handsome man reached out and pinched his cheek.

So cold… Bone-piercing chill seeped into his limbs and bones from the skin. Ottley was dragged a few meters and pressed against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Below, the dazzling neon lights emitted a soft golden light, shining like stars.

“This is a beautiful city, Ottley. If you still want to enjoy your current life…”

Xuan Bai curled his lips, his golden eyes clearly reflecting Ottley’s pale face.

“Then don’t be too possessive of other people’s people.”

He let go, took a step back in the unstoppable coughing, and smiled as he smoothed Ottley’s messy collar.

“This is a warning, you still have time to withdraw.”

“…”

When Ottley looked up again, there was no one in front of him.

“Sir!” A panicked voice and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded at the same time. The servant trotted over, at a loss looking at the boss covered in red wine.

“Rhys, what did you go to do?” Ottley grabbed Rhys’s arm abruptly.

“I… I went to get a decanter…” Rhys shivered in fear, “You said you didn’t like this decanter, and told me to go to the restaurant to change one…”

“I said that?” Ottley’s voice grew louder.

“Yes… yes… You told me to pour the wine, and then suddenly said you didn’t like the shape of this decanter…” Rhys was confused, trying to describe the scene at that time with both hands and feet.

“Get out.” Ottley interrupted him, “Get out, no one is allowed to come in without my order.”

“You…”

“Get out!”

“Yes…” Rhys quickly got up, bowed, and left in a panic, also picking up the decanter that had fallen on the ground.

I never said that…

Ottley gritted his teeth and stood up. He quickly walked to the inner bedroom, changing the positions of the books in the bookcase.

A few seconds later, a crack widened in the center of the bookcase. It was a secret passage, connecting to an unknown room.

Ottley pushed open the door of the secret room, looking at the screens covering the two walls.

It was surveillance.

In this building, there were 352 surveillance cameras installed, silently recording everything in the corners.

“Let me see…” Ottley covered his numb mouth, operating the equipment to pull up the recording.

Thirty minutes ago…

Rhys was standing behind him, yes, at this time he told Rhys to pour the wine.

And then… Rhys suddenly put the wine back and left with the decanter.

No, this angle can’t see him talking.

Wait a bit, finish watching this segment… He has other angles of surveillance.

Click…

The world suddenly plunged into darkness.

All the screens and lights went out, and the room was pitch black.

Power outage… precisely at this time.

“What’s going on!” Ottley cursed in anger, out of control, he was about to see how that damn man came in!

He cursed a string of French words, groping for the backup power source in the dark.

Damn it, his surveillance and the building are not the same system…

[Content Lost]

The light in the room lit up again, but four red words appeared on all the screens at the same time.

“Content lost… ha… content lost.” Ottley ran out of the secret room. The lights in the suite were still bright, and the lights outside the window were also brightly lit.

“What to compare with…” He sat down against the wall weakly, the finger marks on his cheeks still emitting a strong burning sensation.

“I apply to the organization for first-level protection, and now I will report everything that just happened.” He closed his eyes and dialed an unknown number, slowly saying a sentence.

“Today at 9:53, coordinates Shan Lan City, New Yao Building top floor. Target…”

The voice stopped abruptly. Ottley frantically pinched his neck, unable to make a sound no matter how much he vibrated his vocal cords.

He… was he mute?

But soon, Ottley realized that he just couldn’t say any sentences related to what had just happened.

Facing the anxious inquiries from the officer on the other end of the call, Ottley wiped his sweat and began to type.

But everything typed on the phone was gibberish.

He tried to write it on paper, but whether he used Chinese, French, or even code, the pen would disobey his commands and draw intersecting circles on the paper.

“Officer, we can’t deal with him.” An hour later, Ottley, who had exhausted all methods and still couldn’t convey the information, curled up in the corner, covering his eyes with one hand.

“…”

“You don’t know how powerful he is… that kind of fear… you haven’t experienced it, I have. They can’t do it either, I’m quitting… I want to withdraw… I have to go back to France…”

“I advise you to postpone it, at least withdraw the arrangements on the cruise ship. Behind him, perhaps… no, I can’t say anymore…” The Frenchman dropped the last sentence, directly smashed the phone on the ground into pieces, and then picked up the phone card the size of a fingertip and chewed it up.

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“Stick~”

“Stay away from me.” Ji Mo An twisted the snake that was wrapped around his hand and wouldn’t come down into a ball, and skillfully threw it into the basket on the bottom layer of the open closet.

Was it necessary… He just brought him a can of drink, and the Nine-Leaked Fish was sticking to him like plaster, turning around randomly.

“What did you do all night today?” Ji Mo An sat in the soft chair, comfortably pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Still cared a lot, logically speaking his eyes shouldn’t be wrong, but how could Xuan Bai appear on the street alone.

And when he came back, the bad snake was destroying clothes in his cloakroom, putting all the clothes on the bed.

Doesn’t look like he went out…

“Wrote new words today!” The little snake propped itself up from the basket, with a piece of cotton cloth covering its head.

“Let me see.” Ji Mo An couldn’t help but take a picture with his phone.

So cute.

The little snake immediately slid out of the basket, crawled into the gap between the closet and the wall along the floor.

After a rustling sound, a notebook was pushed out.

“This is…” Ji Mo An caught the notebook before it fell to the ground. He casually flipped open a page. The pages without horizontal lines were filled with beautiful writing.

“Can you remember all the things you write so much every day?”

Chinese, English, Icelandic is fine, but why are you starting to write in French.

“Stick~” The little snake swooshed to the middle of the notebook, slapping the pages with its tail.

Of course, I have to learn, otherwise, he wouldn’t even know when the Frenchman scolds him.

“Be normal.” Ji Mo An picked up the snake and threw it into the clothes basket again.

“What was going on that morning, why could you open the door in my pocket.”

Hearing this, the little snake propped up its neck again. It crawled into the gap along the original route and arched out a black object.

“Why do you stuff everything in the wall crack?” Ji Mo An was a little speechless. He picked up the object and shook it, a palm-sized plastic snake jumped in his palm.

“There’s another one.” The little snake drilled in again.

“…” Ji Mo An was about to complain when the phone suddenly vibrated.

“Boss, send me the photo, I want to edit it.” It was a call from Meng Xiao.

“Wait a moment.” Ji Mo An hung up the phone and sent the photo to Meng Xiao while Xuan Bai hadn’t come out yet.

Flipping through the album, he suddenly saw a photo of Meng Qingyan cutting a cake.

It had a strange atmosphere… He casually sent it to the group.

Clatter…

The closet made a clanging sound, scaring Ji Mo An to tremble.

“Brother, I’m stuck…” The little snake’s muffled voice came from the closet.

“…” Silly snake.

Found something and pulled all the spare quilts down.

“Don’t move.” Ji Mo An stepped forward and removed the scattered hangers from the quilt, preparing to find an angle to pull the fluffy white quilt away.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the quilt and pressed on Ji Mo An’s shoulder.

“Touch your pocket.” The snake, who had transformed back into a half-human form, blinked his golden eyes, with a hint of seduction in his tone.

Ji Mo An subconsciously touched it and took out a plastic snake from his pocket.

This… he clearly put the plastic snake on the bed.

“Nothing else, only my hands are quick.” Xuan Bai winked at Ji Mo An shamelessly. He raised his other hand, clutching a shoe in his hand.

“…” Isn’t this the shoe he put at the door…

Perverted snake.

Ji Mo An snatched the shoe and grabbed the pillow next to him, hitting the snake who was asking for credit back into the closet.

Buzz… The phone on the table started to vibrate again.

“What’s the matter?” Ji Mo An suppressed Xuan Bai with one hand and answered the phone.

“Brother An, open the door quickly! Let me see the snake!” Su Ziyang’s excited shout came from the phone.

Take a look at the snake?

Ji Mo An felt something was wrong and quickly opened the group chat.

“…” 99+

Okay, okay… It’s all the fault of that dead snake messing around, he accidentally sent the photo of the snake with the headscarf to the group.

Looking at the frantically swiping chat information, Ji Mo An felt a darkness in front of his eyes.