Thinking of this, he dialed another number. On the other end came heavy breathing, and Julian Bai's eyes darkened instantly, unable to suppress his curse.
Ross Mo was the one who really wanted to curse; did the boss not worry about scaring him into impotence? People could scare each other to death, let alone frighten his younger brother.
"Quickly locate Grace Gu's phone! Otherwise, I'll make you die in a woman's belly." After saying that, he hung up.
He didn't want his phone line to be occupied for too long; what if she couldn't get through? But it had been so long already, and he regretted leaving her by the roadside alone.
Just as his gaze grew heavier with worry, his phone suddenly vibrated slightly. He glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered, but it was already a busy tone.
Staring at the screen, his expression darkened as if ink were about to drip from his eyes. She wasn't such a boring person nor would she throw a tantrum; but what did this disconnected call mean?
While he was lost in thought, the screen lit up again—this time it looked like Mr. Lin's number.
A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but the voice on the other end sent chills down his spine: "I understand. Have the bodyguards go out and search."
He didn't catch everything said on that side; all he knew for sure was that Grace Gu was indeed in trouble. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called both him and Mr. Lin only to hang up—was it inconvenient for her to talk?
…
Grace Gu looked at the yellow-haired man who seemed impatient as if he wanted to swallow her whole. She felt disgusted inside but showed none of it on her face.
"Is this the car?"
"Of course! Although it's not as good as that Porsche, it's still decent enough. Isn't it nice here with you close to me?" He had yellow teeth that emitted an unpleasant odor.
As he spoke, one hand had already landed on Grace Gu's back and began probing deeper like a lecherous worm. It was summer after all; there weren't many layers of clothing on her.
Being touched by such hands made Grace Gu feel sick again. She opened her mouth and sprayed towards him; the faint smell made Yellow Hair frown.
"I'm sorry," Grace Gu quickly apologized. "I haven't sobered up yet; just give me a moment."
If Yellow Hair couldn't see that she was deliberately stalling for time now, then he truly was an idiot. He quickly pressed her against the front of the car and pinned her legs down with his own.
"Beauty, don't waste your efforts; your sugar daddy won't come looking for you anymore. Once you lose your virtue, do you think he'll still want you? How about coming with me instead?"
As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss her face intending to capture her cherry lips—but unfortunately for him, she vomited bile right then.
Yellow Hair tore open her clothes; underneath them lay more revealing garments along with her fair neck which added a hint of red around his nostrils.
With one hand restraining hers tightly while using another hand aggressively against her ear, Grace Gu bit down hard in retaliation. Furious beyond measure now and disregarding any sense of chivalry or pity for beauty—he slapped her across the face.
He pressed against his ear while cursing under his breath: "You're asking for death! I'll kill you today!"
Grace Gu watched him approach menacingly with fear creeping into her heart; this man clearly intended not to let her off easily.
Just when she contemplated sacrificing herself for survival—a cold male voice rang out: "What kind of death do you want?"