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nAfter that day, Song Ci never saw Edward or Aaron again.

nIt was as if they had disappeared into thin air.

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n

nBut the eyes in the dark were fixed on Song Ci all the time. There was no way Song Ci could escape.

nEdward didn’t restrict Song Ci’s freedom. She could walk around the house and do anything.

nBut she still couldn’t access the Internet.

nShe was isolated in this house. She could see the blue sky and the sea when she looked down. Apart from that, Song Ci knew nothing about what was happening outside.

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nEdward said that Song Ci had to learn Sicily within a month!

nIf she couldn’t learn it, her consequences would be similar to the spy and the mutton.

nThe threat of death forced Song Ci to learn again.

nShe took on a serious attitude that she had never had before and tried her best to learn Sicilian.

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nSong Ci spoke non-stop to the servants in the house every day. In the beginning, their conversation was like a chicken talking to a duck. They talked about their own things.

nAfter a few days, Song Ci could understand some of the daily conversations.

nGradually, Song Ci could understand what the servants were saying and could speak Sicily herself. But her pronunciation was not good enough.

nThe one-month deadline was approaching and Song Ci’s heart tightened.

nShe didn’t know how many days her head could stay on her neck, so she treated every day as her last.

nEvery day after dinner, Song Ci would stand in the courtyard on the first level for a walk. The courtyard faced the sea and the metal fence couldn’t block the scenery outside.

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nSong Ci listened to the sound of the waves and smelled the stench of the sea breeze. She thought of something and her eyes gradually darkened.

nSong Ci stared at the island opposite her in a daze.

nThe scenery on the island was very good. There were people playing on the island everyday and Song Ci could see the ladies in bikinis on the island.

nSong Ci asked the servant, “Is that island opposite a tourist attraction?”

nThe servant said, “Yes. Apart from the island where Sir lives, the nearby paths are all scenic tourist spots.”

nSicily was a holiday resort and a source of wealth for Edward and the rest.

nThe scenery here was good and the security was good. The crime in this city was even lower than in other cities.

nIt looked like Edward was very interested in the tourism industry and managed the security around here very well.

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nOn this day, the sun was setting.

nA tall and beautiful maid pushed a cart out of the house, planning to feed the shark.

nSong Ci saw it and hurried out of the house.

n“Freya, can I feed the shark with you?”

nThe woman called Freya looked at Song Ci warily.

nFeeding sharks was Freya’s job. If she failed, she would be fed to sharks.

nFreya didn’t trust Song Ci.

nWorried that Song Ci would play tricks, she rejected without thinking.

n“No need. You are a guest. I will do this kind of rough work.” Freya rejected Song Ci and pushed the food cart to the side of the yard.

nSong Ci followed quietly behind Freya.

nFreya opened the metal door. She put on her gloves and stood at the edge of the cliff. She lifted the half-eaten fan of mutton from the dining car and tossed them into the sea.

nAs she leaned forward, Freya suddenly slipped.

n“Ah!”

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nThe mutton in Freya’s hand fell into the sea and she slid down the cliff.

n“Freya!”

nSong Ci quickly pounced over and grabbed Freya’s hand tightly.

nFreya was pulled by Song Ci and hung by the cliff, her face pale.

nSong Ci used all her strength to pull Freya up.

n“Don’t struggle. The more you struggle, the more dangerous it will be. Be quiet, I will save you.” Song Ci’s voice was comforting.

nFreya nodded with a pale face.

nThe stone on the cliff was very sharp. Freya’s body was cut by the sharp stone and she bled profusely.

nWhen Song Ci dragged Freya up, she inevitably suffered some injuries.

nThe bodyguard heard the commotion and hurried over to help Song Ci drag Freya up.

nFreya’s legs were weak as she knelt beside the dining car.

nHearing the sound of water splashing from the bottom of the cliff, Freya turned and looked down at the sea.

nThe shark Coco emerged from the sea, bit the half-eaten mutton, and left in satisfaction.

nSeeing this, Freya’s face was as pale as wax.

nIf not for Song Ci saving her just now, she might have already become Coco’s food.

nFreya gave Song Ci a meaningful look.

nSong Ci was moving her wrist. In order to save Fu Leiya, Song Ci’s wrist was slightly injured.

nFreya smiled gratefully at Song Ci. “Thank you. You saved my life.”

nSong Ci nodded and said coldly, “Be careful next time.”

n“Okay.”

nFreya slowly stood up and was brought away by the bodyguard to treat her wound.

nThe bodyguard saw that Song Ci was still sitting on the ground and asked her, “Song, are you injured?”

nSong Ci waved her hand. “No, let me be alone.”

nThe bodyguard thought for a moment and left.

nThere was a cliff outside and a Godly Beast Coco in the sea. She wouldn’t dare to jump into the sea to escape.

nSong Ci indeed didn’t dare to jump into the sea to escape.

nFirstly, she had deep-sea phobia. Secondly, she was timid and cherished her life.

nShe would rather live in Edward’s house than try to escape.

nIn reality, Song Ci knew the truth very well. After reaching Edward’s territory, Song Ci didn’t expect to be able to escape.

nShe had no intention of escaping.

nSong Ci sat on the ground like a salted fish, gazing at the sinking sun at the end of the coastline.

nThe scene before her was breathtaking.

nSong Ci suddenly missed Han Zhan.

nShe sat for a while before getting up. When she got up, she rubbed her toes against the spot where Freya had fallen.

nThat piece of land was very smooth. It looked like some sort of lubricant had been applied to it.

nThe next day, Freya arrived on time to feed Coco.

nSong Ci was wearing a navy blue dress. She stood by the metal fence and gazed at the distant island.

nHearing the sound of wheels rolling, Song Ci turned around.

nSong Ci asked Fu Leiya, “Are you alright?”

nFreya smiled shyly. “It’s nothing serious.”

nBut Song Ci noticed that Freya was moving slightly slower than before.

nFreya opened the metal door and was about to put on her gloves when Song Ci suddenly reached out and took them away. “Let me help you.”

nFreya was slightly hesitant.

nSong Ci added. “Don’t worry, it will be fine.”

nFreya didn’t stop him.

nSong Ci put on her gloves and dawdled as she picked up the piece of mutton. “It’s quite heavy,” Song Ci said.

nFreya smiled. “Coco is good at eating.”

n“Obviously.”

nSong Ci threw down the half-eaten mutton.

nNo one noticed that a small skincare bottle was also thrown into the sea along with the mutton.

nFor the next few days, Song Ci would help Freya feed the sharks.

nShe seemed to have fallen in love with feeding sharks.

nThe bodyguard reported Song Ci’s abnormality to Edward. Edward didn’t realize that Song Ci was up to no good and thought that she just loved to feed sharks, so he silently agreed with her actions.

nIn the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

nEdward was back.

nAccompanying him was Sicilio, who had met Song Ci twice.

nEdward returned home and got someone to call Song Ci over.

nAt that time, Song Ci was having lunch.

nHearing that Edward wanted to see her, Song Ci’s hands trembled slightly.

nShe quickly calmed down, changed her clothes, and went to the second floor.

nOn the second floor.

nEdward sat on the sofa smoking a cigar. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the calm Mediterranean Sea. “You will go to the negotiation the day after tomorrow.”

nSicilio was slightly surprised.

nEdward said, “You need to start taking over my business.”

nSicilio nodded.

n“Oh yes, is there any progress on Orianna’s side?”

nSicilio said, “No.”

n“Call her later and tell her to come back.”

n“Okay.”

nAs the two of them chatted, Song Ci arrived on the second floor.

nSicilio heard movement. He looked up at the entrance to the second floor.

nSicilio was slightly stunned to see Song Ci.

nToday, Song Ci was wearing a red halter dress that covered her hips and not over her knees.

nEdward’s men had prepared this dress for her.

nIn reality, staying here, Song Ci’s undergarments, shoes, and accessories were all prepared by Edward. Song Ci had no right to choose or refuse.

nSicilio quickly looked down, picked up the glass on the table, took a sip, and suppressed the various emotions in his eyes.

nSong Ci walked over to the sofa and stood there unmoving like a statue.

nEdward bit his cigar and glanced at Song Ci.

nThis time, his gaze lingered on Song Ci for a long time.

nEdward knew that Jiang Shiyu had given birth to two daughters for that traitor Mo Sang. Apart from Song Ci, there was also a child called Song Fei.

nEdward had seen Song Fei’s photo.

nAlthough the two sisters looked almost identical, apart from that face, Song Fei didn’t look like Jiang Shiyu in any other way.

nSong Fei was more like a replica of Mo Sang.

nSong Ci was different.

nSong Ci was like a replica of Jiang Shiyu. Not only was her appearance similar, even her temper, eyes, and smile were identical to Jiang Shiyu’s.

nEdward stared at Song Ci’s face. In a daze, he thought that time had traveled back over 30 years.

nAt that time, Jiang Shiyu was also wearing the same dress as Song Ci. She straddled his lap and bit his neck wildly.

nEdward always indulged Jiang Shiyu.

nHe thought that Jiang Shiyu’s passion and excitement towards him was because of love.

nHe thought that his infatuation had finally moved Jiang Shiyu.

nBut that woman’s heart was as hard as stone. In order to gain his trust, she even used her pregnancy to gain his trust and vigilance.

nAs she wished, he gave her the appropriate freedom.

nHe thought that with Sicilio, Jiang Shiyu would obediently stay by his side. But that woman was truly rational and calm. She would rather abandon her own flesh and blood to leave his side…

nEdward gazed at Song Ci, his eyes flickering.

nSong Ci felt uneasy under Edward’s gaze.

nShe was married and could understand Edward’s gaze.

nShe slowly lowered her head, feeling slightly afraid.

nLooking down, Song Ci glanced at Sicilio.

nSicilio was wearing an iron-grey suit. He had unruly blonde hair and a cold, dangerous face. His blue eyes were cold.

nSicilio didn’t look at Song Ci again and just drank quietly.

nAfter finishing his cigar, Edward suddenly pointed at Song Ci and said to Sicilio, “Leo, this is Song Ci, the daughter of your mother and the traitor, Mo Sang.”

nSicilio looked up and glanced at Song Ci coldly.

nHe nodded. “I met her.”

n“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?” Edward was denouncing Sicilio for hiding something from him.

nSicilio replied without changing his expression, “I passed by the theater some time ago and saw her on the poster.”

nSicilio lied. The first time he met Song Ci was last spring.

nSong Ci glanced at Sicilio in surprise. She was smart enough not to expose his lie.

n“Ha…”

nEdward suddenly called out to Song Ci. “Song Ci.”

nLike a student who had been named by a teacher, Song Ci suddenly stood up and said in a loud voice, “Yes!”

nEdward was momentarily stunned before a smile appeared in his eyes.

nHe asked Song Ci, “Have you learned Sicilian?”

nSong Ci glanced at Edward and said, “I will.” Even if I know a little, I still learned.

nEdward said, “Tell me something.”

nSong Ci thought for a moment and called out Edward’s name in Sicily. “Edward.”

nEdward was slightly stunned by her soft voice as he recalled some distant memories.

nThe first Sicilian word that Jiang Shiyu learned was also his name.

nThroughout the countless nights and days of passion, Jiang Shiyu would always call out his name under his coercion.

nEdward was in as much pain and anger now as he felt happiness and passionate in the past.

nEdward looked up and stared at Song Ci. He suddenly said, “What does Ti-vogghiu mean?”

nHearing this, Sicilio suddenly looked up and glanced at Song Ci.

nSong Ci understood what he meant, but she didn’t understand why Edward would say that.

nSong Ci also noticed Sicilio’s sudden gaze. Song Ci hesitated for a moment before answering honestly in English, “I love you.”

nEdward’s eyes were dark and he didn’t speak. He stared at the box of cigars and suddenly loosened his tie.

nSong Ci didn’t know what Edward was thinking, but Sicilio’s eyes changed.

nEdward would do this whenever he was interested in a woman.

nBut Song Ci was no other woman.

nShe was the wife of Edward’s son and the mother of his granddaughters!

nEdward tossed aside his tie and shot Sicilio a threatening look. He said, “Leo, you go out first.”

nThis time, Sicilio didn’t move.

nUpon seeing this, Edward frowned and sounded displeased. “Aren’t you leaving?”

nSicilio glanced at Song Ci before staring into Edward’s eyes. He reminded him sternly, “Father, she is your granddaughter’s mother.”

nGranddaughter’s mother is more capable of waking Edward up than his son’s wife.

nEdward snapped out of his trance.

nHe suddenly stood up, threw down his glass, and left.

nAfter he left, Sicilio looked at Song Ci and said, “Don’t tell him I love you, and don’t call his name in Sicilian.”

nSong Ci vaguely understood that perhaps her performance reminded Edward of his mother.

nRecalling Edward’s action of removing his tie and his aggressive and possessive gaze when he looked at her just now,

nSong Ci’s legs suddenly felt weak.

nThat damn pervert actually wanted to sleep with me!

nIs he even human?

nSong Ci couldn’t understand a pervert like Edward.

nIsn’t he madly in love with my mother?

nWhy would he casually touch another woman?

nSicilio stood up and stared at the voluptuous Song Ci. He said to her, “Don’t try to use moral ethics to restrain Edward. He never had such a thing.”

nIf there really was such a thing, Edward wouldn’t have snatched Jiang Shiyu away from Coleman, imprisoned her, and domineeringly possessed her.

nIf Edward loved someone, he would bring that person to his side at all costs and watch over her day and night.

nBut Jiang Shiyu had never loved Edward.

nEven Sicilio was a child that Jiang Shiyu had intentionally given birth to in order to gain Edward’s trust.

nSicilio started to walk away.

nSong Ci suddenly turned and unwittingly said to Sicilio’s tall back view, “Thank you…”

nGritting her teeth, Song Ci blushed and said awkwardly, “Brother…”

nSicilio halted.

nHe didn’t turn back. His voice was as cold as ice. “I am not your brother.”

nHe was a child abandoned by his biological mother. He was from a single-parent family and didn’t have a sister.

nNot in the past and not in the future.

nSong Ci’s expression froze slightly.

nShe could understand Sicilio’s attitude and mood.

nSong Ci had been doted on by her parents since she was young, but what about Sicilio?

nHis birth was a lie. Jiang Shiyu had intentionally gotten pregnant to gain Edward’s trust.

nTo Song Ci, Jiang Shiyu was a qualified, kind, and perfect mother.

nBut to Sicilio, Jiang Shiyu was a heartless, evil woman who abandoned her child.

nIt was already merciful of Sicilio to speak up for her today.

nSong Ci knew very well how difficult her situation was.

nHer half-brother chose to ignore her situation, while Edward was an unpredictable old pervert and there was also Aaron who couldn’t wait to die.

nSong Ci felt very tired and suddenly felt like dying.

nBut at the thought of Han Zhan, her adorable daughters, and her only elder sister, Song Fei, Song Ci pulled herself together.

nI can’t die!

nIf she died, Han Zhan could find beautiful young ladies. If she died, her daughters would be bullied by their stepmother. If she died, Song Fei would have no relatives.

nSong Ci pulled herself together and swallowed all her grievances and fears.

n–

nIt was cooler in the morning and there were more tourists on the beach than in the afternoon.

nA slender little boy was running barefoot on the beach with a basket. He saw a shell and squatted down to pick it up.

nAfter picking up a few more shells, the little boy suddenly said, “Oh! There’s a bottle of water!”

nIt was a bottle of Lamar’s essence. It was green and contained a piece of paper.

nThe little boy unscrewed the cap, poured out the note inside, and laid it flat.

nThe handwriting was beautiful, but the boy couldn’t read it.

n“Mommy, can you understand what’s written here?” Zhuang Qilin handed the note to the blonde beauty behind him.

nXiao Li took the paper, opened it, and took a look. He was also slightly confused.

n“Zhuang Long, look, what is this?”

nXiao Li handed the note to the man wearing a black shirt.

nZhuang Long opened the note and read it in a teasing tone.

nIf anyone picks up this bottle, please call the number 1XXXXX for me. Tell a gentleman called Han Zhan: Song Ci confessed to you in Catania in Sicily.

nZhuang Long stared at the note and narrowed his eyes.

nHis wife, Xiao Li, asked him, “Is it a confession letter? Or a ranting bottle?”

nZhuang Long looked at the boundless sea and smiled. “It’s a distress call.”

nOrdinary people would really treat this letter as a confession letter, but Zhuang Long could tell at a glance that this was a woman called Song Ci asking for help from a man called Han Zhan.

nWorried that the bottle would be picked up by bad people, she used a confession to cover up her true motive.

nXiao Li asked Zhuang Long, “Save?”

nZhuang Long said, “One moment.”

nHe entered that number on his cell phone and realized that the number belonged to Wangdong City, China.

nUpon seeing this, Zhuang Long smiled meaningfully. “I heard from Fang Yusheng that a huge tycoon suddenly appeared in Wangdong City recently. His name is Han Zhan and he’s a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.”

n“This person can be saved!”

nAfter saving her, he would extort her again!

nHe would do a good deed and get money.

nZhuang Long made a call.

nThe phone rang for a few seconds before being picked up.

n“Hello.” The man’s voice was low and sounded slightly fatigued.

nZhuang Long asked in Chinese, “Han Zhan? Zeus Corporation’s CEO?”

nHan Zhan glanced at his cell phone.

nIt was an American number.

nAfter confirming that he didn’t know the other party, he became wary. “Hello, I am Han Zhan. May I know who you are? What’s the matter?”

nAfter getting the answer he wanted, Zhuang Long felt like he was looking at a fat lamb swaying its butt in front of him.

nZhuang Long smiled amiably. “Hello, Mr. Han. Song Ci confessed to you in Catania in Sicily.”

nHearing this, Han Zhan suddenly stood up from his chair.

n“What did you say?”

nZhuang Long shrugged and said, “I found a bottle on a holiday island near Catania. It said: If anyone picks up this bottle, please call the number 1XXXX for me. Tell a gentleman called Han Zhan: Song Ci confessed to you in Catania, Sicily.”

nZhuang Long crumpled the note and tossed it into the sea.

n“Mr. Han, I have delivered my message. Please remember my name. I am Zhuang Long, director of the Ice Dragon Institute in New York. If you wish to thank me after the matter is settled, please bring money to meet me in New York. Goodbye.”

nZhuang Long hung up the phone, put on his surf uniform, and said to the little boy beside him, “Qilin, let’s go surf!”

nZhuang Qilin threw away his basket and went surfing with Zhuang Long.

n“Wait for me!”

nXiao Li tied her hair up and chased after him with the surfboard.

n–

nHan Zhan was rather agitated after receiving the call.

nWhen Han Zhan was young, Edward lived in Milan.

nAfter Han Aoyu destroyed his old residence, Edward changed his address. Edward’s businesses covered all of Italy and Europe. His address had always been a mystery.

nEdward had the best hackers around him and they could always erase his existence.

nHan Zhan tried to find Edward but to no avail.

nZhuang Long’s call was very timely.

nHan Zhan was worried that there was something fishy about this call. He called Song Fei and asked her to focus on checking the surveillance footage near Catania.

nTwo hours later, Song Fei sent a blurry screenshot of the surveillance footage.

nThe surveillance footage was taken today. In it was a group of men in black getting off a car at the entrance of a clubhouse.

nAs the surveillance footage was today and Edward’s men hadn’t deleted it in time, Song Fei had already found out.

nSong Fei told Han Zhan over the phone, “The news is right. Edward is staying in Catania.”

nHan Zhan said, “Mmm, thank you.”

nHearing Han Zhan packing up, Song Fei asked him, “What are your plans?”

nHan Zhan zipped up the luggage and said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

nSong Fei said, “I’ll go too.”

n“Don’t.”

nHan Zhan was already prepared for the worst.

nHan Zhan told Song Fei, “You stay behind. Sister Fei, if I don’t return, help me take care of the two children.”

nSong Fei and Yan Jiang were infertile. Han Miao and Han Jun were Song Ci’s biological daughters. Since Song Fei treated Song Ci so well, she would definitely treat their daughters well.

nHe said, “Sister Fei, please.”

nSong Fei’s eyes reddened at the computer screen.

n“You must come back.”

nHan Zhan hung up.

nHe carried his luggage and arrived at the airport in a fake identity to buy a plane ticket to Switzerland.

nSeveral hours later, Han Zhan arrived at the capital of Switzerland, Zurich. He called a car and drove straight to Zurich Lake.

nHan Zhan pressed down on his baseball cap and looked up at the shops around Lake Zurich. In the end, Han Zhan found his target and walked towards a sausage shop.

nMany people here spoke German.

nSeeing Han Zhan, the salesperson looked up and asked him, “Hello, Sir, what would you like to eat?”

nHan Zhan walked up to the counter and knocked on the table with his fingers. “Hi, I want to see Susanna.”

nThe salesperson stopped what he was doing.

nHe gave Han Zhan a meaningful look, before picking up the landline and making a call.

nThe staff explained the situation and received a reply from the other end of the phone. He then said to Han Zhan, “Mr. Han, please go upstairs.”

nHan Zhan walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

nA young woman was sleeping on a recliner in the collection room on the second floor.

nIt was a woman with very fair skin and a mole under the corner of her eye. She was very beautiful. She had a pair of long legs wrapped in black jeans.

nThis was Susanna, the world’s most mysterious and capable makeup artist. It was said that a mask made by her hands could completely change one’s appearance. No one could tell.

nHearing the commotion, the woman sat up and stared at Han Zhan for a moment before saying, “My things are very expensive.”

nHan Zhan threw the luggage bag on the table. He had the aura of a big boss.

n“I have money.”

nSusanna opened her bag and stared at the cash inside with a satisfied expression.

n“Guest, please take a seat.”

nAfter Han Zhan sat down, Susanna reached out and touched his face for a long time. She said she was touching his bones, but Han Zhan suspected that she was taking advantage of him.

nAfter touching for a moment, Susanna retracted her hand and asked him, “What kind do you want?”

nHan Zhan took out a photo and handed it to Susanna. “This one.”

nSuzanne looked down at the face in the photo.

nHan Zhan wanted to disguise himself as another person.

nSusanna couldn’t help asking, “If you become him, what happens to him?”

nHan Zhan said, “Just like how I paid you but didn’t ask what you wanted to do with this money, please don’t ask me for my use, Miss Susanna.”

nSusanna chuckled. “I was being nosy.”

nHan Zhan revealed his broken right hand again and asked Susanna, “Can you think of a way to repair my fingers? At least I can’t let anyone see that there’s something wrong with my hand.”

nSusanna stared at Han Zhan’s hand and nodded.

n–

nIn an underground tavern in Catania.

nSicilio sat on the sofa with a cigar-shaped cigarette in his hand. He placed it in front of his nose and sniffed.

nHis expression remained unchanged throughout.

nOpposite him, a woman in a black tube top and leather short-sleeved blouse was sizing up Sicilio with narrowed eyes.

nThis was the crown prince of the “Son of God” Group, Sicilio. He was only 35 years old, but he already had the nickname “Scoundrel of Sicily”.

nicilio put down the goods in his hand and said to the person beside him, “Pure.”

nHearing this, the men beside her hurriedly kept their things and moved them behind Sicilio.

nSicilio looked at the broad-faced, beautiful woman opposite him. A businesslike, hypocritical smile appeared on his cold face.

nHe opened his arms and smiled. “Vivian, my friend, welcome to the beautiful Katania.”

nSince the goods matched, they were friends.

nIf the goods didn’t match, Vivian’s head could fall to the ground at any time.

nVivian chuckled and picked up the glass of red wine on the table.

nShe raised her glass at Sicilio and smiled. “I said that I came with sincerity.”

n“I am very sure.”

nSicilio clinked glasses with her, took a sip, and set down his goblet.

nHe crossed his arms and placed them on his abdomen. The index finger of his right hand moved casually on the back of his left hand, appearing nonchalant.

nAfter talking business, it was time to talk about romance.

nVivian moved closer.

nThe moment she bent over, everything could be seen.

n“Sicilio.” Under the table, the tips of Vivian’s heels rubbed gently against Sicilio’s calves.

nSicilio looked down at the red high heels. His expression was cold and indifferent.

nVivian didn’t believe it and continued to tease Sicilio.

nThe tip of her sharp leather shoe moved up Sicilio’s calf.

nJust as her toes touched Sicilio’s knees, Sicilio suddenly reached out and grabbed that red high heels.

nVivian gave him a wink. She said, “Sicilio, want to try it with me?”

nThe woman was bold, beautiful, and very attractive.

nBut Sicilio’s eyes remained clear.

nSicilio let go of Vivian’s toes and stood up. He looked at Vivian condescendingly and said, “You might not know this, but I am not interested in women who throw themselves at me.”

nVivian was slightly surprised. “Why? Do you like to take things by force?”

nSicilio said, “No.”

nHe thought of something and his eyes turned cold. He turned and left.

nHe didn’t like women who threw themselves at him, nor did he like to snatch other people’s love. He liked to destroy, especially a pure, clean flower.

n“Let’s go.”

nHearing this, the two tall men standing behind him bent over, picked up the items on the ground, and followed behind Sicilio.

n“Carl, look after this. Don’t lose it,” Sicilio said to his trusted subordinate.

nHolding something with one hand, the tall man standing beside Sicilio heard Sicilio’s advice. He acknowledged it with a deep voice and instinctively hugged it tighter.

nAs they continued walking, Carl suddenly coughed.

nSicilio frowned at him. “You have a cold?”

nCarl nodded. “I caught a cold last night.”

n“No wonder your voice is slightly hoarse today.”

nAt this moment, the male colleague beside Carl said, “Carl was having fun with a woman last night and slept by the beach the entire night. He was naked and caught a cold!”

nHearing this, Carl glared at his companion angrily.

nSicilio gave him a teasing look. He patted Carl’s motionless right arm and advised him earnestly. “Don’t disregard your kidney just because you are young.”

nCarl glanced at his numb right arm and nodded.

nMany years ago, in order to save Sicilio, Carl had been shot in the right shoulder blade. As he had missed the best time for treatment, his entire right arm was now useless.

nAlthough his right arm was still hanging on his body, it could only be used for decoration.

nThe car drove all the way to the doorstep.

nSicilio alighted and led Carl and another subordinate into the house. At this moment, a sedan approached rapidly from afar.

nThe sedan stopped at the main entrance.

nThe door was pushed open and a tall beauty wearing a silver tasseled short skirt walked out.

nThe beauty turned on her heels with a bag in her hand. She looked at Sicilio with a cold expression. Nodding at Sicilio, Orianna called him brother and entered.

nSicilio followed.

nThe siblings walked side by side. Sicilio asked Orianna, “How is the research project progressing?”

nOrianna said, “I failed.”

nSicilio stopped in his tracks.

n“Orianna.”

nOrianna stopped and turned to stare at Sicilio.

nSicilio said to her, “If you continue to fail, his patience will run out and you will be in danger.”

nOrianna sneered. “It’s just death.”

nWith that, she turned and walked into that three-story building. Her tall, stubborn back revealed a cold arrogance that looked down on death.

nJust then, Song Ci finished swimming and walked over from the pool with a towel draped over her shoulders. She was about to return to her room.

nAt the entrance of the small building, Song Ci bumped into Sicilio. She stopped and glanced at him.

nSong Ci’s eyes flashed when she saw two tall men standing behind Sicilio and noticed that they were carrying something.

nIf you shouldn’t ask, don’t ask. This is the key to life.

nNodding at Sicilio, Song Ci left.

nAfter taking two steps, Song Ci felt a scorching gaze on her. She suddenly stopped and turned to glare at Carl, who was behind Sicilio.

n“What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman with such a good figure like me?” Song Ci scolded Carl fiercely before striding away.

nSicilio turned and stared at the embarrassed Carl with a teasing smile.

nBut soon, his face darkened as he warned Carl. “You can’t look at this woman too much.”

nCarl hurriedly lowered his head and didn’t dare to look around.

n“Let’s go.”

nSicilio entered the house with his subordinates.

nAs for Song Ci, after returning to her house, she took a glass of warm water and drank it.

nAfter drinking the water, Song Ci went upstairs, took a shower, changed clothes, and got into bed.

nShe covered herself with the blanket and bit out a pillow with her teeth, resisting the urge to cry.

nHan Zhan, will you come and look for me?

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