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de as cars passed by. Neither spoke. The courage for her to walk up to him before was completely gone, replaced with caution. After experiencing this incident, she believed that even if they reconcile...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO - Finished 339

This kind of scene she had only seen in Hollywood movies, even domestic films didn't have such intense and brutal scenes.

The howling sea wind, gloomy night, dangerous atmosphere, cold-blooded killers in black suits, some carrying sniper rifles. Just as Warm thought this, a dozen or so people簇擁著一個人走了過來，中間那人也穿著黑色西裝，外麵披著一套棗紅色的鬥篷，看起來有點詭異。他身材中等，一頭捲髮，五官深邃而端正，說著一口純正的美式英語。Warm心想，這個人可能是美國人。那十幾個人都是冷漠的男人，其中有一個穿白襯衫、黑熱褲的女人，腳上是一雙黑色長筒靴。她也是美國女子，一頭俏麗短髮，豔麗冷酷，在腰後藏著兩把手槍，手裡玩弄著一把彎刀。

Warm被嚇了一跳，這些人的樣子看起來很恐怖，每個人身上都散發著殺氣。當那個女人撕開Warm嘴上的膠布時，Warm咳嗽了幾聲，臉色慘白如紙，總算能夠呼吸了。太不容易了。

"This little girl doesn't look that impressive, like a sprout," John sneered, his gaze full of disdain. He squatted down and lifted Warm's chin with his hand. Despite being scared, Warm tried not to show it, maintaining a calm demeanor while looking at John.

He seemed displeased by the fact that a woman dared look at him like this. His grip tightened, causing Warm to feel as if her jaw might be broken, pain spreading through every nerve ending.

Violence!

"This Eastern girl looks so young, around fifteen or sixteen Does Mo Yeyan prefer these little girls" a man in black clothing said. The other men burst out laughing.

Warm smiled coldly inside her heart. What's wrong with East Asian women looking younger It’s much better than your Western women. We look like fairies when we're young and grow up to have freckles, looking seventeen or eighteen but acting thirty. Hmph!

"John, what should we do with this woman Mo Yeyan is coming soon. Why don't we kill her She's useless anyway," the woman said, a murderous gleam in her eyes that made Warmth shudder.

Who was Mo Yeyan Warmth didn’t know him either. Tears welled up in her eyes; these people must have mistakenly captured the wrong person. However, she couldn’t correct their mistake or it would make her even less useful to them and they’d kill her sooner.

The blade in the woman’s hand twitched restlessly. A glint of cold steel flashed through the darkness, plunging Warmth's heart into the abyss. She suddenly felt death was not far away.

She didn’t want to die.

If that woman swung her knife at her, she would scream out that they had captured the wrong person—after all, it wouldn’t change anything anyway. It was better to take a chance now since neither of them wanted to speak first.

"Julie, this woman still has some use," John said as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings with a cold smile before pointing at an abandoned ship nearby. "Tie her to the mast."

Warmth followed his hand and her face paled. What Tie her to the mast

The mast was nearly seven or eight meters high, surrounded by ruins below; if she fell from such a height even if her legs weren’t broken, she would surely be impaled by the rusty nails on the ship below. Just who did John think he was to be so ruthless

Before she could react, two black-clad men approached and tried to tie up Warm, who frantically struggled against them, shouting in Chinese, "Let go! You've mistaken me for someone else. Let me go..."

In her panic, she shouted in Chinese; the others didn't understand it, so they turned to John for instructions. He waved his hand and told them to move aside a little before asking Warm, “What do you want to say”

Warm paused momentarily. Although her English wasn’t perfect, she could still communicate basic ideas: "Let me go... I don't know anyone named Mo Yeyan...I really don't..."

John laughed loudly and abruptly stood up, gesturing for someone to come over and tie Warm up. It didn’t take long before they had her hanging from a ship’s mast. Dizzy and disoriented, she screamed desperately but could not prevent herself from being hoisted up.

A woman's scream in such circumstances can be extremely loud; even as she was dragged and tied up, she was amazed at the volume of her own voice, which echoed throughout the place, proving that women's vocal range has tremendous potential.

The black-clad men could no longer tolerate her screaming. They covered her mouth with black duct tape again, and immediately, the entire harbor fell silent. Warm’s heart turned cold; did she really have to die here

Now she understood how frustrating it was when movie heroines were kidnapped—they would still argue and threaten their kidnappers for a long time after being tied up. Some even scared off their captors.

But now, Warm realized that real gang members didn't give their victims any room to talk; the moment she opened her mouth with a complaint, they had already covered it with tape. She couldn’t even get another word in edgewise.

Rapid, decisive, and precise—this was their style.

She was hung on a ship pole about seven or eight meters high. The sea wind howled, and her body swung back and forth in the air. She immediately felt like she was a kite; due to gravity, her wrists hurt terribly from being rubbed by the rope as they dangled, causing them to break out in pain.

In addition to the pain, there was also an eerie feeling of floating without any ground beneath her feet. Warmin found the suffering unbearable and didn't dare to struggle; if she did, her body would swing even more violently, increasing the intensity of the pain. In such a state of constant movement, it was quite uncomfortable.

The people below were discussing something in English, which they spoke very fast. Sometimes, they also threw in some Italian phrases that Warmin couldn't understand at all; she had no idea what they were talking about.

Although she couldn't hear their conversation, Warmin noticed several people carrying sniper rifles heading up to higher ground. They positioned themselves in four corners and hid very discreetly, aiming straight at the center of the field.

Another dozen or so individuals spread out around the abandoned site, occupying key positions in three concentric layers. Warmin thought that if they fired their guns, anyone entering would be riddled with bullets like a wasp's nest.

This setup was terrifying.

Who could it possibly be Warmin felt anxious and restless. She fervently hoped that Yefei Mo wouldn't show up; he mustn't come here. This trap was clearly set by their enemies to ensure the arrival of whoever they wanted dead.

Their entire conversation revolved around Moye Yan and the mafia, filled with anger and venting frustrations. Not once did they mention Ye Feimo's name. Warmin felt relieved that heaven had spared him this time; as long as no one mentioned Yefei Mo, he wouldn't be here.

He would not get hurt or have a gun pointed at him.."It looks good on you. You look great no matter what you wear.Mirroring in the mirror, Mo Chen indeed found himself looking very presentable."Baobao, pick out more outfits for me," said Mo Chen.Gu Ba...