"Who are you people!?" The little assistant shouted, fighting down the pounding fear in her chest.
The old man did not even glance at the little assistant. He merely smiled faintly at Zhao Xiaodao, raised a hand, and gave it a light sweep backward.
Then two handguns appeared, their muzzles aimed at them.
"Ah!!!"
The little assistant screamed.
The next moment, two other men stepped forward and snatched away the bag in the little assistant's hand.
Zhao Xiaodao's face darkened. Her phone was in the little assistant's bag. After filming the advertisement, she had been a little tired and had never asked for it back.
She swore that if she survived today, she would never let her phone leave her side again. Whenever she arrived somewhere new, she would send her location to the group chat she shared with Lu Zheng and set Lu Zheng's number as her emergency contact.
"Please." The old man gestured toward the way ahead. "Do you need help?"
"Sister Xiaodao!" The little assistant instinctively grabbed Zhao Xiaodao.
"No need."
Zhao Xiaodao tried her best to calm herself. She drew a deep breath, her gaze firming, then turned back and patted the little assistant's arm before slowly following them.
Then, in the reception room on the second floor of the manor's main building, she met the owner of the estate.
The manor's owner was also an old man in his sixties, with brownish-gray hair, deep-set eyes, and a mild manner. He looked like some aristocratic gentleman from television, making it hard to imagine that he would commit kidnapping as well.
"Miss Zhao, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Morris." The old man introduced himself calmly, then pointed at the chair opposite him. "Please, sit."
Zhao Xiaodao sat down without ceremony. "Why did you