My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious
Chapter 222: Qin Miaomiao’s Madness

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Qin Miaomiao’s Madness

When Qin Miaomiao woke up, she was in a presidential suite with Little seventh watching over her. His skin seemed to have regained some of its color, turning a milky white.

She had no time to admire the beauty before her and hurriedly asked:

"Where is Lu Qing, and my Ninth Uncle?"

"Young Madam, don’t worry. Mr. Jiu has already gone to negotiate with the leader over there."

"Ninth Uncle actually knocked me out to stop me from going!"

"Mr. Jiu doesn’t want anyone to take risks either."

Qin Miaomiao felt a bit panicked, her sixth sense was incredibly strong, fearing something might go wrong!

Sure enough, not long after, Little seventh received news that Mr. Jiu had been detained while negotiating with the leader over there!

Those people are truly audacious!

To Qin Miaomiao, this was nothing short of a bolt from the blue!

She had already felt deeply guilty for involving Ninth Uncle, and now she had dragged him into deeper trouble!

"Little seventh, I need you to prepare something. I believe with your abilities, you can surely get it. Now, I’ll just ask you one question, are you willing to go with me to rescue Lu Qing and Ninth Uncle?"

Her eyes were filled with madness and determination, sending chills down one’s spine.

Little seventh’s expression also darkened: "As long as we can rescue Young Master Lu, I’ll do whatever it takes!"

In the car, she, Little sixth, Little seventh, and Ninth Uncle’s subordinate, Old Third, headed towards the enemy’s lair, arriving at an elegant-looking winery.

At the entrance, as soon as they got out of the car, they were stopped:

"Tell your boss, Lu Qing’s wife is here."

The guards exchanged glances and quickly sent someone to report. In no time, someone came out to greet them. These people looked rather polite, not rude at all.

She was taken to the living room. An old French man with white beard, dressed in black, emerged and babbled in French, leaving Little sixth, Little seventh, and Old Third baffled, wondering what he was saying.

Even more unexpectedly, Qin Miaomiao communicated with him fluently in French.

After just a few sentences, the French old man went inside.

Little sixth couldn’t help but ask:

"Young Madam, what happened?"

"He’s not the real boss here. I told him to get the real boss."

"How did you know?"

"I could tell by probing a few questions."

The living room was surrounded by dozens of people dressed in black and armed, looking quite intimidating. At this moment, a peculiarly young and handsome French man stepped out from inside. When he saw Qin Miaomiao, a hint of amazement flickered in his eyes. He even courteously offered her a gentleman’s greeting.

"What will it take for you to release Lu Qing and my Ninth Uncle?"

She spoke the sentence in fluent French to him.

"That depends on what you can offer."

She instructed Little sixth, Little seventh, and Old Third to open a suitcase, which turned out to be full of money. She said calmly:

"A hundred million francs, is this enough?"

"For Lu Qing’s life alone, it’s not enough. Someone has offered several times more to buy his life."

"Whatever they offer, I’ll match it!"

"That’s not possible. In our line of work, we value credibility."

Qin Miaomiao’s eyes darkened slightly: "So there’s nothing to discuss then."

"Correct."

Qin Miaomiao suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, simultaneously pressing something on her body. A beeping sound came from her, and a mad smile appeared on her lips:

"I give you only thirty minutes to let me leave with my husband and my Ninth Uncle, or I’ll take all of you with me!"

"What do you have on you?"

Qin Miaomiao lowered her voice and uttered a sentence that changed the expression of everyone in the room:

"A bomb big enough to level this place!"