She Is Worth 10 Million

"Ah!" Although muffled by the cabin, the short, sharp exclamation from the third man still startled the leader not far away.

He stood up abruptly, brows furrowed slightly, eyes fixed on the "shipwreck" where the sound originated, his right hand already drawing the pistol from his waist.

"What was that sound?" The second man happened to return from the woods at that moment, his arms full of dry branches.

"There's some movement over there; the third man might be in trouble. I'm going to check it out. You stay here and guard this place—don't take a single step away!" After giving his orders, the leader held his gun in his right hand and a flashlight in his left, walking slowly toward the "shipwreck."

The second man watched his leader disappear into the darkness, the beam of the flashlight growing smaller and more distant.

His eyes darted around, then shifted toward the tent. A lecherous grin spread across his face.

Waiting another minute to confirm the leader was far enough away, the second man rubbed his hands together, opened the tent, and crawled inside.

Chu Xiaoxiao had never felt so helpless. Having shown extraordinary talent from a young age, she had been managing the massive Chu Group alongside her mother since she was twelve, developing it into the scale it was today. What many people didn't know was that she deserved at least half the credit for the Chu Group's current stature.

It was precisely because of this exceptional talent that she was always surrounded by admirers, whether at school or in the company. She had always believed she was different from others, like someone sitting high on a throne, looking down upon the masses.

However, having always been protected under her mother's wings, she had never imagined that one day she would be kidnapped to a deserted island. The tent was pitch black, just like her unknown fate, filling her with despair.

She had never thought she would show such a weak and helpless side, no different from the common people she looked down upon—perhaps even weaker.

If I hadn't wanted to offer incense at that guy's grave, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation, would I? she thought with a bitter smile.

Just then, voices came from outside. A short while later, the tent flap was suddenly pulled back, and a beam of light flooded the interior, chasing away the darkness.

However, what appeared before Chu Xiaoxiao was not a glimmer of hope, but a hateful, ugly face. Terror filled her eyes as she hugged her knees and shrank back, but the tent was so small—where could she possibly run?

The second man looked at the pitiful Chu Xiaoxiao with a grin. One of her sandals had been lost during the kidnapping, revealing five pearl-like, delicate toes.

The second man scanned the lamb before him greedily. "Heh heh, little beauty, tired of waiting? Uncle is here to make you feel like you're in heaven, heh heh..."

"No, don't come over!" Chu Xiaoxiao shook her head in terror, tears spilling from her eyes as she desperately tried to hide herself beneath her thin dress.

Chu Xiaoxiao's tear-streaked expression only further stimulated his animalistic desires. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he lunged forward to tear at her clothes.

"Rip!" The sound of fabric tearing accompanied Chu Xiaoxiao's scream, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

"Heh heh, the daughters of wealthy families really are well-nourished. Tsk tsk, look at this development!" The second man tossed aside the strip of cloth, his lecherous hands reaching out.

Chu Xiaoxiao was in despair. She could only cover her chest, shivering helplessly.

"I suggest you don't move!" A cold voice rang out. The second man felt a tubular object press against the back of his head, and his body instantly stiffened.

Chu Xiaoxiao looked on in astonishment as a dark silhouette emerged from behind the second man. Because of the backlight, she couldn't see the person's face clearly, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Hands up, back away slowly!" The calm voice spoke again.

The second man had been in the game for many years; he could judge a person's psychological state just by their voice. Although the speaker sounded young, his tone was incredibly flat and steady—not like a novice at all.

If he acted rashly, the other party might actually shoot! He made a split-second judgment, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He wisely raised his hands high and backed out of the tent step by step. The tent was small, so the newcomer didn't even enter, merely stepping one foot into the entrance.

The two men retreated slowly, the newcomer's gun barrel never leaving the back of the second man's head. Once they were both outside, the tent was illuminated by light once more, just like Chu Xiaoxiao's heart—escaping the darkness and returning to the light!

She stared wide-eyed at the scene. Having survived a desperate situation, a surge of immense joy welled up in her, and hot tears streamed down her face.

The newcomer stopped only when they had retreated two or three meters from the tent.

"Brother, which path are you from? Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?" The second man asked, suppressing his fear.

There was no answer from the other side. The man holding the gun moved two steps to the side. "Back up!" he commanded.

The second man turned around to face him and took two steps back. Only then did he finally see the other person's appearance clearly.

He looked to be sixteen or seventeen, wearing a tight tank top with his pant legs rolled up—the spitting image of a poor fisherman. The second man stared at the boy in shock. I was captured by a guy like this?!

Then, his pupils constricted as he looked at the pistol in the boy's hand.

"That's the third man's gun! You took him out?!"

"Back up further!" The boy ignored his question and ordered again.

Inside the tent, Chu Xiaoxiao watched as the two men slowly retreated and then separated, standing on either side of the tent flap. Obstructed by the curtain, she couldn't see their faces or their expressions.

"Back up further!" After a brief moment of daze, the boy's voice reached her ears again. The girl was puzzled—what was he trying to do?

The second man's eyes darted around. As he retreated, he said, "Little brother, don't be impulsive. We can talk this over. Do you know who's inside? She's worth 10 million!"

Chu Xiaoxiao felt a sense of unease as she listened to their conversation, watching the second man retreat further and further until he was blocked by the tent and disappeared from view.

"Yeah, I heard you. She's worth 10 million! Tsk tsk, I haven't even seen 10,000 in my whole life! Alright, stand there and don't move. That's about the right spot!"

"Spot? What spot?" The second man was stunned.

"Bang!" In the quiet night, the gunshot was deafening!

The girl watched a spark erupt from the pistol in the boy's hand, leaving a blurred bright spot on her retina, her ears ringing with temporary deafness.

"Thud!" The sound of a body hitting the ground.

Chu Xiaoxiao was dazed, as if she hadn't yet processed what had happened. Then, the boy's face poked into the tent.

The bright light from the floodlight outside shone on his face, making his eyes look exceptionally bright.

It was him!

Why was it him?!

She had thought that whoever came to save her would be a police officer, a special forces soldier, or even a local resident living on this island, but why him!

"Hi, beauty, we meet again!" Nie Yun flashed a wide grin.