Six years later, I and my four cubs blew up my ex-husband's house

Yas actually knew that it would be best if Shi Yang was not on his side right now.

But... he just couldn't let it go for some reason. That concern was like a thin thread, tightly entwined with his thoughts.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Professor, can you at least tell me about your next plan?

I always have to be mentally prepared to deal with it."

Professor Yuri's tone was cold, "Yas, don't forget your position. Are you still dreaming about the possibility between you two?

Don't forget, when you choose to cooperate with me, there will be no possibility for you and her.

Later on, we will conduct in-depth research on her situation, and her physique will be the key to our experiment.

Do you think she would be nice to you if she knew all this?

I'm afraid I'll just see you as a traitor and hate you to the core."

Yas pursed his lips and said nothing, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if being pressed by a stone.

Yes!

If she knew what I had done to her, she would probably hate me to death, right?

Professor Yuri's tone became even graver, and every word struck Yas's heart like a hammer, "Yas, in life, only when your status is high enough can you obtain more of the wealth, power, and respect you desire.

Just a woman shouldn't hinder your career progress.

You should regard her as a research subject, a tool, like a specimen in a laboratory, who needs objective analysis and calm handling.

Only in this way can you remain rational enough and not be swayed by unnecessary emotions.

Otherwise, you will continue to be tripped up by weakness and ultimately lose all opportunities.

Remember, emotions are a luxury that people like us cannot afford.”

At this point, Professor Yuri's tone darkened, "Forget it, even if I tell you now, you might not be able to figure it out.

Go back first! When you can calm down, I will let you see her."

Yas's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Professor Yuri didn't even raise his head, and simply replied, "Come in."

The assistant pushed the door open, looking a bit hurried. He quickly stepped forward and reported, "Professor, someone from the black market has come and wants to discuss business with you. He claims to be the owner of the black market."

Ah? ? ?

Professor Yuri's eyebrows suddenly raised when he heard this, and a look of shock appeared on his face. "Then I have to go and see him."

Having said that, he ignored Yas and got up and left.

Yas watched him leave, his brow furrowed, anxious questions swirling in his mind.

Where on earth was Shi Yang hidden?

……

When Marcy woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

Her mind was a mess, her thoughts were confused, and her headache was a bit painful.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

After a long time, her memory slowly pieced together like fragments, and she remembered everything that happened last night.

When I went to the bathroom last night, everything was fine. When I came out, I met a cleaning lady. She was wearing a dusty work suit and was mopping the floor with her head down.

At that time, out of politeness, she greeted him.

Who knew that the aunt suddenly raised her head, her eyes were cold, and she sprayed something right in her face.

She only smelled a pungent smell of medicine. The next second, her throat tightened, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

After that... she knew nothing.

When I opened my eyes, I was already there.

She frowned and tried to get up and move her hands and feet.

As a result, he found that all his limbs were tied up, and the knots were tied so tightly that they hurt his skin and he could not move.

His mouth was also sealed with tape, so he could only make low whimpering sounds and could not make any clear sounds.

What the hell is this place?

Marcy frowned and looked around. She could only roughly decipher that this was an indoor place. Judging from the decoration, it was very old, the furniture was damaged in various ways, and the walls were mottled.

It seems... to be an abandoned house somewhere?

However, although it is dilapidated, you can see that it is worth it from the damaged chandelier on the ceiling, the faintly visible gold patterns on the faded wallpaper, and an overturned gilded side table in the corner.

In the past, this place should have been a place of extreme luxury and splendor.

Marcy felt a little headache and was even more suspicious.

Who the hell kidnapped me?

She was about to get up, supporting herself on the cold floor with her hands, trying to move to the window to see what was happening outside.

Just then, there was suddenly some noise outside.

First, there were several dull footsteps approaching from afar, the creaking sound of wooden boards, and then a voice floated in through the crack in the door, "Is he awake?"

It was a female voice, and a familiar one.

If I heard correctly, it was Anya???

At this time, several male voices came, "He hasn't woken up yet."

Anya seemed unconvinced and said coldly, "It's been so long, how could he not wake up yet? Are you pretending?"

As he finished speaking, footsteps gradually approached from outside.

Marcy never imagined that it was that woman who tied her up.

This madman, why is he so persistent in holding on to me?

What should we do now?

Her mind worked quickly, and she calculated: since she couldn't determine the other party's motives, the best strategy was to continue pretending to be unconscious.

So she quickly closed her eyes, pretended to be unconscious, and even deliberately slowed down her breathing.

Anya came in quickly, and the door was pushed open roughly, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

At a glance, she saw Marcy lying on the ground. Contempt flashed in her eyes, and a malicious sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She strode over and kicked Marcy without mercy, with great force and extremely rough movements.

She leaned over and yelled viciously, "Bitch, wake up! Stop pretending to be dead here!"

Marcy was in so much pain that she could hardly pretend.

This damn woman!!!

She cursed Anya's meanness in her heart and wanted to fight back immediately, but she didn't dare to show any movement on her face, for fear of revealing a flaw.

He could only rely on her strength to turn around and face downwards, and then dare to show a little expression of pain and anger.

Anya had finally gotten Marcy into her hands, so she naturally had no intention of letting her go easily.

A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she kicked her several times in succession. Each kick landed accurately on Marcy's waist and abdomen, making a dull impact sound.

Her voice was chilling with menace, "Shi Yang, you must be awake. Open your eyes immediately, or else, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Marcy endured the piercing pain in her body and remained motionless.

She gritted her teeth and told herself over and over again to persevere and not let anything slip, otherwise all her efforts would be wasted.

Seeing this, Anya's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

She stood up and sternly ordered the men beside her, "Go get a bucket of water and pour it on her to wake her up! I want to see how long she can keep pretending!"