Billionaire Defiant Wife Chapter 621
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As expected, it was from the kidnapper. The voice had been processed so that no one can tell whether it was a woman or a man.
Avery guessed that there was at least one surveillance camera there because no one here to monitor, which made Avery horrified.
Avery recalled the voice from her phone. The laugh mixed with joy and arrogance sounded terrified and dangerous.
Avery didn't know who hated her so much that the man wanted to kill her in this way.
Avery thought whether the kidnapper was Erin Darling or not, but she soon denied it because Erin was in the Presidential Palace when Avery was in danger.
"Since she wants to help James be the President, she decided to kill me?" Avery thought to herself.
Then Avery thought, "Fine. The most important thing is to save the little princess."
The terrible sound was echoing around the empty factory. Hearing from the phone, the man said, "I had never expected there were two male heroes. Hahahaha. Are you Mr. Rights that the President picked up?"
Avery frowned hard to alarm the man because she knew the man could monitor from the surveillance camera. Moreover, the voice was too terrified.
Avery raised her head, observing four corners ceilings one by one; however, she couldn't still find them.
"What do you want?" Avery shouted in a louder voice. She knew the kidnapper was not for money; otherwise, the kidnapper must remind her to bring a ransom.
In the warehouse, Evan looked down at the floor tiles and stepped on them, finding Water came out from the square floor tiles.
"Water comes out from the floor. It is so humid. It means that we are near the sea," Evan said to himself.
"What do I want? I want to play a game with you. Are you interested in it?"
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Avery shook her head. She was not a naïve guy. She knew the kidnapper wouldn't play a game with her.
Besides, Avery believed that if she played the game, she would be dead.
"Don't talk nonsense. What do you want? Say it," Mr. Black was impatient. He looked up at the timing device attached to the little princess's body.
The time kept changing, but the crying from the little princess covered the sound.
Mr. Black thought if he could get time to find a ladder or anything else. He guessed that the little princess must be locked, so the kidnapper had made full preparation. The man wanted to kill Avery.
"Why are you so hurried? The princess doesn't answer me still," the kidnapper laughed and then said, "The princess, 30 seconds left for thinking. If you can pass the game successfully, all of you can be alive safely. If you refuse to play the game, let's wait the time and hear the sound from the timing device."
"Get more information," Evan whispered to Avery. He believed that getting more information from others would be the most important thing if he couldn't know others' aims. Getting more information was to get more time to look for a chance.
Avery nodded and asked, "Tell me something more about the game."
Avery turned around and looked at the iron door. It had been locked. "Is there someone? Or the iron door can be closed automatically?" Avery asked herself.
Mr. Black immediately walked to the door and kicked it hard, saying, "The door had been locked."
Avery suddenly had a strange feeling. This place seemed like a mysterious factory though it looked ordinary.
"It must be more complex than I imagined," Avery thought to herself.
"It is a kind of multiple-choice game. You should go on according to the instruction. When you finish a task, you will get more time. If you would like to fight against me with your precious time, it means you take the risk of the little princess's life."
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Avery was silent.
Now Mr. Lautner and Mr. Black were standing beside her, but she unconsciously made eye contact with Mr. Lautner.
Mr. Lautner also looked at Avery, too, giving her a feeling of safety.
Avery didn't know why Mr. Lautner could bring this kind of feeling to her, but it was true.
"What kind of multiple-choice do you want me to do?"
"What can you see from the floor tiles?"
Avery looked at the floor tiles. There were some floor tiles with a half meter long and wide.
"Look at them carefully. There are some numbers on the floor tiles."
Since the floor tiles were soaked with Water, it was not easy to see the number clearly. Avery squatted down and then saw the number, answering, "Yes, they are."
Evan also squatted down. He knocked on the floor and whispered to Avery, "It is empty. Since the floor is humid, I guess we are near the sea."
"Pick one and stand on the No.14."
"Pick one?" Avery thought to herself.
Firstly, Avery found No.14 floor tile. Then she glanced at Mr. Lautner and Mr. Black.
"I stand there? Or anyone of them? Mr. Lautner just told me it is empty. If we are near the sea, that means… But, if it is not the sea, it is somewhere dangerous. How could it be?" Avery thought to herself.
Avery couldn't decide, but Evan said, "Pick me."
Avery was surprised and widened her eyes, asking, "Aren't you afraid?"
Evan looked determined because he wanted to help Avery calm down.
Then he answered, "I am more afraid that you are in danger."
Hearing that Mr. Black immediately rubbed his arms and said, "Oh, I'm jealous."
"Could you please keep silent? If you don't, I will pick you," Avery said to Mr. Black. She had been more nervous and terrified, especially when the little princess was crying hard.
"You can pick me. I don't refuse," Mr. Black said peacefully.
Avery bit her lip and shook her head, "You are nobody for the little princess. I won't make you dangerous for her."
"It's my responsibility," Evan interrupted.
Then he added sincerely and passionately, "The little princess is my daughter too."
Avery stared at him with a surprise. She was afraid that she got the wrong information, so she asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I just said that the little princess is my daughter too," Evan almost told her the truth.
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