Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 366: Handover

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: Handover

"Please let me go, as long as you let me go, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this, as long as you let me go, I’ll leave China immediately and never come back in this lifetime," the man said with a trembling voice.

"I really beg you, with God above, I promise and swear that everything I just said is from the bottom of my heart. I beg you to let me go," the man looked at Xu Ke with pleading eyes, even trying to use his tears to sway Xu Ke, but unfortunately, Xu Ke was unmoved. His flirtatious glances were like casting pearls before swine, and Xu Ke didn’t receive even a bit of it.

"Then answer my questions honestly. What does that woman Xu Jiahui want you to abduct my wife for?" Xu Ke asked nonchalantly, as he toyed with a black whip with his slender fingers.

The man glanced at the pile of flesh under Big Beard’s feet and then at the other man’s leg bones, which appeared exceptionally clean after being washed with boiling water. Instinctively, he swallowed hard, losing all distracting thoughts, and closed his eyes as he thoroughly recounted Xu Jiahui’s instructions.

"That’s it. She wanted us to assault your wife, film videos and take photos to send to you, and instructed us to torture your wife until she was half-dead before throwing her back to you."

Xu Ke’s action of playing with the whip stopped at some point, and his eyes grew colder while the curve of his lips widened.

"Xu Jiahui, well done," Xu Ke said in a deep voice, like the whispers of a demon, making the man suspended by him shudder unconsciously, his bladder once again uncontrollable.

"You’re lucky. In light of your honest answers, I won’t kill you or torture you, but I won’t simply let you and your people go," Xu Ke said while his gaze landed on the rest of the people locked in an iron cage.

"I want you all to do one thing for me. It’s simple. Once you complete it, I’ll release you all, without torturing any of you. Are you willing to do it?" Xu Ke asked softly, his voice filled with boundless coldness.

"We’re willing, not just one task, even a hundred would be fine," the still-conscious ones hurriedly nodded, each expressing their sincerity and determination to work for Xu Ke, hoping he would spare them.

"Good, don’t forget what you promised. If you fail, you know what your fate will be." Xu Ke’s eyes lingered on Big Beard for a moment before shifting back to them. Everyone who met Xu Ke’s gaze felt a chill down their spine, instinctively lowering their heads.

"That’s all for today. I’ll come to find you another day," Xu Ke said as he turned and hung the whip back on the wall. His gaze carried a hint of regret, causing others to feel a jolt of fear, terrified that Xu Ke would change his mind and resume trying out the so-called torture on them.

It wasn’t until they heard the heavy iron door close that everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In just half an hour, they felt like they had lived through half a lifetime, finding the closing sound of the iron door incredibly pleasant.

Yet, Xu Ke’s expression upon leaving the room was anything but pleasant, almost like it stunk of something foul.

"Family Head, it’s late; you should rest," Housekeeper Zhao appeared next to Xu Ke at some point, placing a thin garment on Xu Ke’s shoulders.

"The wind tonight is a bit chilly, be careful not to catch a cold," Housekeeper Zhao said with concern.

"I’m fine, it’s getting late; you should rest early too," Xu Ke said with a smile to Housekeeper Zhao.

After washing up, Xu Ke climbed into Lin Mengyao’s bed, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Meanwhile, Xu Jiahui, who lived in the same city as them, slept next to several men, her cheeks rosy and lips curled up, occasionally letting out a chuckle as if she dreamt of something satisfying, unaware that her conspiracy had long been uncovered.

Xu Jiahui waited for good news from the few people for three days but got nothing besides news of the company’s financial chains breaking one after another.

Xu Jiahui’s usual vibrant features twisted in frustration, but she still picked up her phone to call an uncle with whom she had a good relationship, begging for help.

"I can’t help you with this, the whole Xu Family can’t help you now," the man said lazily, looking at the woman kneeling in front of him, a slight blush at the corner of his eyes.

"Why can’t you help me? Are you mad at Jiahui? I’ll come to be with you as soon as this is over, okay?" Xu Jiahui deliberately lowered her voice, with a hint of seduction.

"Hiss~" The man drew a sharp breath, his tone unchanged despite the disdain and loathing in his eyes. "Even if you come back now, it wouldn’t help. Recently, the Mafia, who we’ve been minding our own business with, somehow started targeting the family. Both sides are on guard against each other now, where would I find the energy to deal with your personal affairs?"

"And your little business isn’t worth much anyway; losing it is no big deal. The Xu Family can still support you. Anyway, I have things to do here, you handle your own matters," the man said before hanging up unhesitatingly, closing his eyes to indulge in extreme enjoyment.

"Uncle, Uncle!" Xu Jiahui still had more to say, but only the dial tone echoed, prompting her to angrily hurl her newest phone against the wall, shattering it once more.

"Men are no good, no good at all. Sweet words in bed, but useless when actually needed," Xu Jiahui cursed loudly at the broken phone.

She wasn’t always so crazed and wanton; she once was a girl with dreams of love. It was her uncle who pulled her into this mire and left her there, standing on the shore watching her struggle.

Xu Jiahui collapsed into a chair, suddenly feeling completely drained, even a tear or two appearing in her eyes.

Everyone thought her ventures in China were nothing significant since the main family enterprise was still in America. Little did they know how desperately she wanted to escape from there, having long clandestinely transplanted her roots into this land. Yet now that fragile seedling cherished in her hand is braving fierce storms, and she finds herself unable to shelter it as before.

As Xu Jiahui sank into deep self-loathing, the bodyguard, not entirely heartless towards her, felt heartache for the first time. Without her permission, he approached and gently reached out to caress her hair, trying to offer comfort.

But as soon as his hand touched her hair, it was slapped away.