Tony did not know how he had woken up.
When he opened his eyes in his absurdly large, soft bed—big enough to sleep four or five women—the piercing sound of a ringtone rang in his ears.
"What's going on? Didn't I say not to call me while I'm sleeping, no matter how serious it is?"
Lying in bed with his phone in one hand, Tony answered the call. A strange male voice soon came from the other end. "Good morning, Mr. Tony."
The caller did not seem very proficient in English, and his words carried a thick Arabic barbecue flavor.
"An Arab?" Tony raised a brow, his expression changing slightly as he prepared to hang up.
There was no other reason. The damn Middle East had left a deep shadow on him, so Tony moved quickly and pressed the hang-up button in an instant.
"Beep, beep."
Tossing the phone onto the bed, Tony lay back down. But before he could doze off for long, the phone rang again.
"Hello, are you done being annoying? Don't—"
Tony's furious roar was cut short by a woman's sobbing.
"Tony, boohoo... save me!"
The woman's cries came through the phone, leaving Tony, who had been about to curse, frozen in place.
The reason was simple. The owner of that voice was none other than his loyal secretary, Pepper Potts.
"Damn it!" Tony's face darkened at a visible pace. At this point, how could he not guess what had happened?
His secretary had been kidnapped.
Moreover, the people who had kidnapped Pepper Potts were likely the same group that had kidnapped him in the desert.
"What do you want?"
Tony got out of bed with a cold expression. With a light tap in the air, his loyal AI assistant Jarvis began analyzing the location of