During that time, she had stealthily called Rong Mingyan to ask if Qiao Yiyang had returned yet.
Rong Mingyan said Qiao Yiyang hadn’t returned.
Lin Xinlan could no longer bear it; she was terribly worried that Qiao Yiyang had already fallen victim to Rong Shaoze’s cruel acts.
Although he had warned her not to mention other men in his presence, she couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into the study, questioning loudly.
"Rong Shaoze, what exactly have you done to Qiao Yiyang?! Release him at once, if anything happens to him, I will never let you off!"
She stood in front of him, questioning angrily, her words sharp and filled with threats.
Rong Shaoze slightly raised his head, looking emotionlessly at her with a chilling glimmer in his eyes.
"Xinlan, have you forgotten? I’ve told you not to mention him in front of me."
Lin Xinlan leaned on the desk with both hands, glaring at him, and said through gritted teeth, "Then release him, and I won’t mention him in front of you ever again!"
The man’s gaze was deep and calculating, and he pressed his lips together, not saying a word.
Lin Xinlan was frantic, "Rong Shaoze, what exactly do you want?! Don’t think that just because you’re powerful, you can do whatever you like. Do you really think there will be no retribution for killing? Let me tell you, God sees every life you take, and sooner or later, retribution will fall upon your head! Would you not put an end to your sins and accumulate some good fortune for yourself?"
Rong Shaoze’s gaze turned even colder, but she failed to notice.
"Release Qiao Yiyang quickly, I mean it, if you don’t, I’m calling the police! Even if your power is great, it’s not greater than the police, I don’t believe you can truly do whatever you want, acting unchallenged!"
The man suddenly stood up, violently kicking the chair away. The leather swivel chair slid across the floor, crashing into the bookshelf; the shelf fell with a thunderous noise, scattering books all over.
Lin Xinlan was so frightened that she shuddered, standing still, not daring to move.
Rong Shaoze approached her with an icy expression, his terrifying gaze locking onto her as if he wanted to devour her whole.
He grabbed her wrist in a tight grasp, twisting it with a mockery of a smile on his lips.
"Lin Xinlan, I’ll take you right now to witness my power, my ’unrivaled authority.’ I want to see if I indeed will face any—retribution!"
Dragging her along, he headed outside, and Lin Xinlan tried to grab onto the desk.
But his strength was too great; she stumbled and collided against his solid back, her nose aching from the impact, nearly bringing her to tears.
Rong Shaoze did not pause for a moment, roughly pulling her as he quickly descended the stairs.
Lin Xinlan staggered behind him, exiting the villa to where his car was parked.
He shoved her into the car, locked the door, got in from the other side, and without saying a word, he floored the gas pedal. The car sped off like an arrow released from its bow.
The car was moving fast, objects on both sides of the road quickly receding into the distance.
Lin Xinlan’s hands trembled as she tried several times before finally fastening her seatbelt.
Clutching the strap tightly, her face turned pale, and she felt very uneasy.
Rong Shaoze was angry again; what was he going to do?
Had he killed Qiao Yiyang?
No, she absolutely wouldn’t allow him to harm Qiao Yiyang!
Gathering her courage, she glanced at the man’s face. Seeing him with a cold expression and clouded eyes made her worries grow even more severe.
This man was too terrifying; how she wished to be rid of him, to never have to see him again.