President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 950

Mr. Quill nodded, gestured for him to sit down, and then asked, "How are you going to save her? Can you tell me?"

They looked at each other, and then they started to elaborate their plan.

And at this moment, in another place.

A young girl was sitting on the bed in a dim and dilapidated small room.

Her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth. Her face was pale, and she looked pitiful.

Clear footsteps pounded closer from outside.

Soon, the door was opened, and a young man with a grim look came in from the outside. He took off his coat and threw it aside and walked over.

The girl flinched under the pressure that he released.

The man stood by the bed, looking down at her, and after a while, he bent down and stared at her eyes with his sharp gaze.

"Fiona, tell me, where did the old man hide that stuff?"

His voice was as cold as a viper.

Fiona whimpered while shaking her head and couldn't say a clear word.

The man got impatient, reached out his hand and pulled the cloth off her mouth, and then asked coldly, "Say it! Where is it?"

Fiona was so scared that she almost cried. "I don't know."

"You don't know? You stay with him every day. You take care of him and help him run his business. How come you don’t know where he hid it? Are you kidding me?"

He snapped, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her off the bed.

Fiona screamed in pain, trying to wrench herself free, but couldn't resist his strength, and soon she was dragged to the doorway.

"Please let me go. I don't know where it’s hidden. I beg you. Let me go!"

However, the man obviously wouldn't listen to her begging.

He dragged her out of the house to a well in the yard, and said angrily, "Say it! Believe it or not, I'll throw you down there!"

Fiona was forced to lie beside the well, looking at the deep well, frightened to death.

The man clutched her neck and pressed her head into the well.

"Where the hell is it?"

She started crying, and finally gave in.

"I’ll tell you."

The man grabbed her hair and forced her face up, "Where?"

Fiona burst into tears. "In my great-grandmother's graveyard."

The man grew grim. "Take me there!"

The night was dark and windy, and the two of them headed to the graveyard.

The graveyard was very close to Mr. Quill’s villa. Even though he untied the ropes binding her feet, he still kept her hands tied. And a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth again in case she would call for help.

There were not many people living in the village. It was well past midnight, and everyone should have fallen asleep. It was so quiet except for the sound of some insects.

Gary followed Fiona and arrived at the graveyard, and asked, "Which one is her grave?"

Fiona looked around, then pointed to the one in the middle.

Gary walked over with a grim expression and took a closer look at the words on the tombstone to make sure.