She Was Worth 10 Million

"Ah!" Although the cabin walls blocked the sound, Lao San's brief cry still alerted Lao Da, who was nearby.

He sprang to his feet, frowning slightly as he stared toward the "shipwreck" where the sound had come from. His right hand had already drawn the pistol at his waist.

"What was that?" Lao Er had just returned from the woods, carrying a bundle of dry branches.

"Something's going on over there. Lao San might be in trouble. I'm going to check it out. Stay here and keep watch. Don't take a single step away!" After giving the order, Lao Da took his gun in his right hand, switched on a flashlight with his left, and slowly headed toward the "shipwreck."

Lao Er watched his boss disappear into the darkness as the flashlight beam grew farther and farther away.

His eyes darted around. Then he turned toward the tent and broke into a sly grin, a lecherous glint in his eyes.

After waiting another minute to make sure Lao Da was gone, Lao Er rubbed his hands together, opened the tent flap, and slipped inside.

Chu Xiaoxiao had never felt so helpless. She had shown extraordinary talent from a young age, and at twelve, she had started helping her mother manage the vast Chu Group. Together, they had grown it to the size it was today. Few people knew that Chu Xiaoxiao was responsible for at least half of the group's success.

Thanks to her exceptional abilities, she had always been the center of attention, whether at school or at work. She had always believed she was different from everyone else, as if she sat high upon a throne, looking down on the world.

But she had always been protected under her mother's wing. She had never imagined she might one day be kidnapped and taken to a deserted island. The tent was pitch-black, just like the uncertain future that lay before her, leaving her in despair.

She had never thought she would show such a weak and helpless side of herself, no different from the ordinary people she looked down on—in fact, even more helpless.

If I hadn't wanted to go burn incense at that guy's grave, I wouldn't have ended up in this mess, would I? she thought bitterly.

Just then, voices sounded outside. A little while later, the tent flap suddenly lifted, and a beam of light flooded the interior, driving away the darkness.

But the face that appeared before Chu Xiaoxiao wasn't the dawn of hope. It was an ugly, loathsome face. Terror filled her eyes as she hugged her knees and scrambled backward, but the tent was so small. Where could she possibly run?

Lao Er leered at the pitiful Chu Xiaoxiao. One of her sandals had come off during the kidnapping, leaving five pearl-like toes exposed.

Lao Er greedily looked over the lamb before him. "Heh heh, little beauty, been waiting long? Uncle's here to make you feel so good you'll be in heaven. Heh heh..."

"No, don't come any closer!" Chu Xiaoxiao shook her head in terror, tears welling in her eyes as she tried desperately to hide beneath her flimsy dress.

Her tearful expression only stoked his lust further. Unable to restrain himself, he lunged forward and began tearing at her dress.

"Riiip!" The sound of tearing fabric accompanied Chu Xiaoxiao's scream, revealing a swath of pale skin.

"Heh heh, rich young ladies are always so well-fed. Just look at those curves!" Lao Er tossed aside the strip of fabric and reached toward her with his claw-like hand.

Chu Xiaoxiao had already given up hope. She could only cover her chest and tremble helplessly.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." A cold voice rang out. Lao Er felt a cylindrical object press against the back of his head, and his whole body stiffened.

Chu Xiaoxiao stared in astonishment as a shadow emerged from behind Lao Er. Backlit, the newcomer's face was impossible to make out, but the voice sounded familiar.

"Put your hands up and slowly back away!" The calm voice rang out again.

Lao Er had been around long enough to judge someone's state of mind by their voice alone. The speaker sounded young, but calm and composed—not like a rookie.

If he made a move, the other person might really shoot him! He reached his conclusion in an instant, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He wisely raised both hands and slowly backed out of the tent. It was small, so the newcomer hadn't even come inside; one foot was merely planted at the entrance.

The two of them backed away slowly, the newcomer's gun barrel still pressed against the back of Lao Er's head. Once they were both outside, light once again filled the tent, just like Chu Xiaoxiao's heart as she left the darkness and returned to the light!

She stared wide-eyed at the scene. Having escaped certain doom, she was overwhelmed with joy, and hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

The newcomer stopped once they had backed away two or three meters from the tent.

"Hey, brother, who are you with? Can't we talk this out? Maybe there's been some kind of misunderstanding?" Lao Er suppressed his fear and spoke up.

The other person didn't answer. He moved two steps to the side, still holding the gun up. "Back up!" he ordered.

Lao Er turned to face him and took two steps backward. Only then could he finally see what the other person looked like.

He was sixteen or seventeen, wearing a tight tank top with his pant legs rolled up. He looked every bit like a poor fisherman. Lao Er stared at the boy in astonishment. I got taken down by this kid?!

Then he looked at the pistol in the boy's hand and his pupils shrank.

"That's Lao San's gun! Did you kill him?!"

"Back up some more!" The other person ignored his question and ordered him again.

Inside the tent, Chu Xiaoxiao watched as the two men slowly moved apart, each stopping beside one side of the tent flap. The flap blocked her view of their faces and expressions.

"Back up some more!" After a brief pause, the boy's voice sounded again. The girl wondered what he was trying to do.

Lao Er's eyes darted about as he backed away. "Hey, kid, don't do anything rash. We can work this out. Do you know who's in there? She's worth ten million!"

Listening to the two men outside, Chu Xiaoxiao felt uneasy. She watched Lao Er back farther and farther away until the tent blocked him from view.

"Yeah, I heard you. She's worth ten million! Tsk, I haven't even seen ten thousand in my whole life! All right, stay right there. That should be about the right spot!"

"The right spot? What spot?" Lao Er froze.

Bang! The gunshot tore through the quiet night, deafening.

The girl saw the pistol in the boy's hand spit a small flash of fire. A blurry patch of light lingered on her retina, and for a moment, she couldn't hear anything.

Thud! A body hit the ground.

Chu Xiaoxiao stared blankly, seemingly unable to understand what had happened. Then a boy's face appeared at the tent entrance.

The bright floodlight outside fell across his face, making his eyes look especially bright.

It was him!

Why was it him?!

She had imagined the person who came to save her might be a police officer, a special forces soldier, or even an ordinary resident of the island. But why was it him?!

"Hey, beautiful. Fancy seeing you again!" Nie Yun flashed her a big smile.