Chapter 23 Cut Off One of His Own Fingers

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23: Chapter 23: Cut Off One of His Own Fingers 23 -23: Cut Off One of His Own Fingers The man looked at her with a lecherous, hazy smile, making inappropriate advances by touching her hand excessively. Lin Xinlan felt a wave of nausea, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, “Sorry, I don’t have time to dine with you. I am here to find someone.” “Looking for someone? Who are you looking for? Tell me, and I’ll have my men help you search. Meanwhile, you can keep me company and have a few drinks. By the time we’re done, they’ll have found the person for you.” The man deliberately glanced at his two subordinates behind him, implying: he had people, and he was not easy to provoke, so you’d better listen to him! Lin Xinlan knew she had gotten herself into trouble, and without help, she definitely wouldn’t be able to shake off this man. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “I am looking for Rong Shaoze, do you know where he is?” She didn’t know Rong Shaoze well, but she thought that people who frequented such places would probably have heard of his name. After all, Rong Shaoze was a dangerous man. As expected, the man was taken aback, “You’re looking for Rong Shaoze?” “Yes.” The man suddenly burst into loud laughter, “Beauty, your joke isn’t funny at all. Rong Shaoze is someone you can know? I suggest you stop looking for Rong Shaoze and come with me instead. Rong Shaoze might look down on you, but I won’t. How about it? Stay with me, and I’ll give you a hundred thousand for one night, what do you say?” Just as Lin Xinlan was about to speak, she caught sight of Rong Shaoze being escorted out by a provocatively dressed woman. He had his suit jacket draped over his shoulders and an arm across the woman’s shoulder, walking somewhat unsteadily, but his face showed no signs of drunkenness. Every step he took, the people around him would automatically make way. “Rong Shaoze!” Lin Xinlan shouted at him, “I’m here to pick you up.” Rong Shaoze tilted his head to look at her, a hint of a smile on his lips, yet he remained silent. The complexion of the man holding Lin Xinlan changed slightly, “Do you really know Shaoze?” “This lady, who are you? I don’t know you,” Rong Shaoze suddenly spoke, his tone very cold. Lin Xinlan was furious, sure that the bastard was doing this on purpose. “Stop pretending, what’s the meaning of asking me to come here to pick you up?” “I really don’t know you. Let’s go,” Rong Shaoze said, turning to the woman beside him; she smirked and continued to support him as they walked on. The man holding Lin Xinlan immediately showed a triumphant smile on his face. His grip on her hand tightened. “Stop right there!” Lin Xinlan became anxious and raised her voice, seeing no sign of Rong Shaoze stopping, she said helplessly, “I am your wife, do you really not care about what happens to me?!” Rong Shaoze turned around, his head tilted as he appraised her, “Are you really my wife?” “Yes!” Lin Xinlan was practically grinding her teeth. Their conversation sounded so odd. Did Rong Shaoze really not recognize his own wife? Just when everyone thought that Lin Xinlan was lying to get Rong Shaoze’s attention. Rong Shaoze let go of the woman beside him, slowly approached Lin Xinlan, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled, “Hmm, indeed you are my wife.” His piercing gaze then fell on the plump man’s hand, who recoiled as if stung, quickly withdrawing his hand. “Chop off one of your own fingers. Don’t force me to chop off your entire hand!” he said coldly. The man’s face turned instantly pale, muscles twitching, yet he could only nod obediently, “Yes, certainly.” “Let’s go,” Rong Shaoze said, grabbing Lin Xinlan’s hand and pulling her out of the bar. Once seated in his luxurious, shiny silver Lamborghini, Lin Xinlan hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her hands. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You made me come to the bar just to put me in a rough spot, right?!” she asked angrily. Rong Shaoze rolled down the window and asked indifferently, “Can you drive? I drank tonight, I cannot drive.”

Chapter 23 Cut Off One of His Own Fingers

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