Moses didn’t answer her, merely lifted his right hand and gently tapped the armrest of the chair.
Jenny glanced to the left and right.
She sat on a chair surrounded by several men in black, without any bindings on her body.
Realizing this, she abruptly stood up and lunged to escape.
As his brows had just contorted, one of his men already came forward. With a raise of his right hand, the gun in his grip was now pointed at Jenny’s face. Jenny trembled, frozen on the spot, cowering, until the man pushed her forcefully, causing her to stumble before Moses.
Raising her face to meet Moses’ gaze, she scrambled to her feet, crying and pleading.
"Please... don’t kill me... if it’s money you want... I... I can give you money, my family is very wealthy... I can give you anything you want..."
Moses’ brows furrowed even tighter, the fingers that had been resting lightly on the back of the chair now slowly clenched.
He asked again, this time his tone even colder, already tinged with impatience.
"You... what are you talking about?!"
Jenny had been muttering to herself, her mind in total turmoil and fear. Although she heard his voice, she didn’t react to what he was saying.
In the next moment, the man’s face suddenly closed in.
The next second, her throat was clasped in his grip, as he dragged her in front of him. Moses spoke again.
"Was slipping the drug your idea, or Nancy’s?"
The man’s eyes were like the grim reaper’s, causing Jenny to shiver all over. Despite the difficulty breathing, she managed to force out a voice.
"It was... it was Nancy, Nancy!"
By now, her mind was a complete blank, and she had no thought of lying or making explanations.
Hearing her mention that name, Moses’ hand shot up, flinging Jenny away, to fall onto the floor.
As air surged into her throat, she was left coughing violently.
Moses lifted his fingers in disgust, and two of his men immediately approached, grabbing her by the arms and covering her mouth, dragging Jenny out the door.
The men brought over a damp towel to Moses, who took it and wiped his fingers.
The subordinate respectfully took the towel and walked out.
Rising from the chair, Moses stepped to the window, his shadow cast upon the floor-to-ceiling window, which revealed the deep, moonless night outside.
Watching the white lights in the courtyard, Gan Yuan’s face flashed before his eyes once again.
"No matter what, I won’t let anyone bully my Gaia! They..." he spat out a cold, disdainful sneer, "are not worthy!"
Moments later, the subordinate returned, standing by his side.
Knowing that the task had been taken care of, Moses slowly turned around.
"Go to the hospital."
In the suburbs, the estate.
Huangfu Jue walked into the living room but didn’t see the figures of Gan Yuan and Gan Tang.
The servant took his coat, and before he could ask, volunteered the information.
"The lady and the young master are playing polo at the back!"
Huangfu Jue nodded lightly and walked down the steps to the grass behind the house, where he saw from afar Gan Tang and Gan Yuan each holding a child-sized polo mallet, playing on the grass.
On the side, Gan Tang’s pony was leisurely grazing on the grass and didn’t participate in the young master’s game.
"Be careful, here comes the ball!"
Gan Yuan gently struck with her mallet, and the polo ball flew toward Gan Tang’s direction.