The queen's wife is too sultry

"Do you think I'll trust you again?"

Frank was condescending, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, "I will give you two options, one, tell me the whereabouts of my daughter, and you can solve Wilson's problem by yourself."

"Second, I will die with you."

The bottom of his scarlet eyes was like the god of death from hell, tightly grasping George's dodging eyes:

"You said it yourself. Over the years, I have done a lot of dirty things for you. I have kept all the evidence. You said that if I hand over these evidences to the president or the governor, the Dawson family will have to go Will the prosperity continue in the prison?"

George's eyes were wide open, his chest was heaving with anger, "Frank, I advise you to think twice!"

He wanted to stand up, but his limbs were heavy and weak, so he was forced to look up at Frank, and said sternly:
"As long as you get through this difficulty, you will be able to reunite with your daughter. Are you going to abandon your daughter!"

"Besides." George took a breath, and his voice gradually slowed down, "If I hadn't saved you from the fire that year, you would have died in that house a long time ago, where is everything now!"

The air is filled with the oppressive atmosphere that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

Frank sneered, he leaned forward, took out a cigar from George's drawer and lit it, his movements were elegant and tyrannical, he said slowly:
"George, you can always refresh my understanding of how shameless you are."

A drop of cold sweat fell silently from George's forehead.

He let out a puff of smoke, allowing George to frown uncomfortably.

"Since you want to talk to me, let's have a good chat."

Frank's stern and frosty face suddenly chuckled. He lowered his head and forced George to be calm, but he still showed a flustered expression in full view.

"I've been at the Dawson's for more than forty years, but you're not so naive as to think I forgot about being ten years old?"

George's pupils shrank suddenly, his face was livid.

Frank admired his expression, with a half-smile:
"That's right, I hate Jiang Tingyue. If it weren't for him, my parents wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't have to depend on others."

"But you started that fire, you started it, didn't you? Do you expect me to be grateful to a man who nearly killed me?"

"You nonsense!" George leaned weakly on the seat, staring at him coldly.

"Jiang Tingyue didn't save you, and his son watched you die. It was you who said you wanted to leave the Jiang family, so I rescued you and brought you back, you white-eyed wolf!"

Frank snuffed out the cigar, unmoved by the "life-saving grace" he said, and said indifferently:
"What are you saving me for? You know it in your heart. It's just a deal."

"How much I have done for you these years is already enough to offset your so-called life-saving grace."

He picked up the pen on the table and fiddled with it carelessly. The cold and heavy pen was turning nimbly in his hand.

"As I said, I will hire the best lawyer for you. William and Director Jonathan have a very close relationship, and I will try my best to hide the traces for you. Frank, no one can be consistent in the face of interests. Believe me, up to five years, Oh no, three years, you can come out"

George said, and took another breath. Compared with the past, today's negotiation seems to be much more difficult for him.

Frank watched coldly, unmoved.

"After you come out, I will ask Arthur to prepare a sum of money for you. Whether it is London or China, as long as you want, you can take your daughter to wherever you want, and you have nothing to do with the Dawson family. .”

"This is the greatest sincerity I can show." George said earnestly, as if he did all this for Frank.

Frank sneered, "What if I don't agree."

George didn't speak, just took out another stack of photos from the drawer and put them on the table, and said with a smile: "I suggest you read these and think about how to answer."

Frank picked up the photo, and the moment he saw it, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

The photo was none other than the daughter he had never seen since she was born.

In the photos, there are various daily routines of her, some are working, some are resting, and some are playing
These photos all have one thing in common, they are all taken at close range.

It means that the person who took the photo is by her side, and he is someone she trusts very much.

Seeing his daughter's defenseless smile at the camera, Frank's eyes became hot, and his hand holding the photo trembled slightly.

"You should know that as long as I call, your daughter may easily have some accidents."

A flash of resentment flashed across George's eyes, "These accidents may be car accidents, falls from buildings, severed limbs, or becoming a vegetative state. Of course, she can also live and work safely, but it all depends on It depends on how you choose."

Frank put down the photo with a "bang", with boundless coldness in his black eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

George smiled hypocritically, picked up the photo and looked at it, and said casually: "This is just a new transaction, no different from the previous one, isn't it?"

Frank clenched his fists, his bones creaked, and an infinite chill spread across his body.

"I know, it's difficult for you to make a choice. I can give you time. Give me an answer before tomorrow night. Otherwise... I can't guarantee what will happen to your beautiful daughter."

After leaving this sentence, George walked slowly back to the bedroom.

Frank stood still in the study. After a while, he picked up the photo again, raised his hand to caress the person in the photo, and murmured in a low voice:
"You and your mother really look alike"

"Ye Qi."

His heart trembled, and then he carefully hid the phone in his pocket, and left the study expressionlessly.

The moment the door closed, a figure stood in front of him, looking at him silently.

"William?"

Gu Zheng smiled slightly, "Uncle Frank, you don't look very well, what happened?"

"It's okay." Frank whispered, "Have you been standing here?"

"No, Merlin asked me to see if George has rested."

"He's already lying down, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Frank patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Frank!"

Gu Zheng suddenly stopped him.

Frank turned around and raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Are you really okay?" Gu Zheng looked at him deeply.