Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 790 - 799 Farewell in Death (8)

Qiao Yun walked smoothly into Fu Nancheng’s office: "Nancheng..."

The office was empty, and Qiao Yun pushed open the door to the resting area inside, seeing the bathroom light on and the sound of running water, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he’s still here, or else she would have come for nothing.

She was truly both frightened and anxious now.

She didn’t know if he really had obtained the evidence or if he would send her and her mother to jail to prove Qiao Mo’s innocence.

Her life had already been utterly ruined, she couldn’t go to jail, couldn’t let this life be completely destroyed.

Qiao Yun sat upright on the sofa in the office, feeling uneasy and restrained.

To her, Fu Nancheng was the last straw in her life; she would never let go!

As she was lost in thought, a phone rang out, vibrating, making a buzzing sound on the office desk.

Qiao Yun was slightly startled, slowly getting up and walking to the desk.

It was his phone, the screen was lit.

She walked a few steps closer, looking more clearly.

It’s Qiao Mo!

How dare that bitch still call him!

Nancheng must be treating her this way because that bitch is always clinging to him!

A sinister hate flashed in Qiao Yun’s eyes. She couldn’t understand why everyone loved her and why she could be so lucky!

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

Qiao Mo’s heart sank deeper and deeper, her fingertips beginning to tremble lightly.

Finally, with a beep, the call was automatically disconnected after being unanswered for too long.

Qiao Mo looked at the kidnapper in front of her without saying a word.

The kidnapper was somewhat dissatisfied, speaking coldly: "No one answered?"

The dark gun barrel pressed against Qiao Mo’s forehead, causing her to tremble slightly, lowering her gaze, daring not to move.

The kidnapper checked the time, disgruntled, "Should I just shoot you dead to end this, or let the boys have some fun first and then talk?"

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, trying to act calm: "You went to great lengths to capture me; surely it’s not to leave empty-handed. While I can offer some entertainment, getting money means you can pick any girl in the world."

"Heh, you do have a point. So, tell me, what now!"

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, pondering for a moment: "I’ll send him a text; maybe he didn’t hear the call."

"Alright then." The kidnapper sneered, snatching the phone.

After taking the phone, he signaled to two of his men.

Immediately, two masked kidnappers stepped forward, one carrying a bundle of timed explosives, the other bringing over a chair.

Qiao Mo was pressed into the chair, while the other person tied the bomb to her chest.

Qiao Mo’s throat felt parched, her pale face seeping cold sweat.

The timer was set for one hour, and once bound to her, it began its countdown.

The crimson digital numbers ticked down slowly, and Qiao Mo’s heart seemed ready to leap out of her throat, breath growing heavier, sweat nearly soaking her shirt.

Qiao Mo was tied between the chair and column, the kidnapper leader took a photo of her with his phone, then composed a text message sent to Fu Nancheng’s number.

Qiao Yun still stood at the desk, picking up Fu Nancheng’s phone, intending to check the recent communication records between Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo, when another text message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.