eurekapd Chapter 971 How Much I've Missed You All These Years
Chapter 971 How Much I've Missed You All These Years
Halfway up the hill where Government House is located, a magnificent estate is hidden among lush greenery.
The white walls and red tiles exude a colonial-era elegance under the sunlight, yet also carry an undeniable air of authority.
The helicopter landed slowly on the helipad beside the manor, the airflow stirred up by the rotor blades kicking up fallen leaves from the ground.
As the roar subsided, the cabin door was opened by a servant, and two bodyguards in black escorted Chang Miaomiao down the suspension stairs.
She still bore the traces of her escape, her face pale, yet she still forced herself to keep her back straight.
A black Rolls-Royce was already waiting nearby, its body gleaming like a mirror.
The car door opened, and a woman dressed in a well-tailored black business suit stepped out.
Her hair was neatly pulled back, and she wore a professional smile as she turned slightly to the side, gesturing for him to proceed.
"Miss Chang, please get in the car. Our husband has been waiting at the villa for quite some time."
Chang Miaomiao glanced at her, her arrogance undiminished, and gracefully bent down to sit in the back seat.
The woman in business attire then opened the passenger door and sat down. The driver gently pressed the accelerator.
The car sped off the helipad like an arrow, heading deeper into the manor along the winding mountain road.
In a short while, the car entered the courtyard of "Beautiful Landscape".
The ornate iron gate slowly opened, revealing a meticulously maintained garden.
A fountain spouts water in the center, exquisite green plants are arranged in a pleasing manner, and the swimming pool in the distance ripples with light.
Chang Miaomiao's eyes lit up instantly; her previous fear was greatly diminished by the luxurious environment.
A satisfied smile unconsciously curved his lips.
The car came to a smooth stop at the main hall entrance, and the woman in business attire got out first.
He went around to the back seat, opened the car door, and reached out to protect Chang Miaomiao's head: "Miss Chang, we've arrived."
Chang Miaomiao stepped onto the white jade steps in her high heels and followed her into the living room.
A crystal chandelier hangs from the high dome, casting a dazzling light, and expensive oil paintings adorn the walls.
A faint scent of cigars and wood filled the air. On the prominent leather sofa...
Seated inside was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner, around forty years old.
He was handsome with a high nose bridge, and his dark gray suit accentuated his tall and straight figure.
He exuded a powerful aura, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to pierce through people's hearts.
Just sitting quietly, he exudes a dazzling sense of oppression.
When that gaze fell on Chang Miaomiao, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He instinctively avoided it and walked straight toward the Changhai River, which was standing to the side.
As soon as she got closer, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice choked with emotion: "Father, you scared me to death... I thought I would never see you again!"
Chang Haihe quickly stepped forward and patted her back to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, my darling daughter, everything's alright now."
"Thanks to Mr. Andy Coles, who sent his trusted men to rescue you. Come, go and thank Mr. Andy Coles."
Chang Miaomiao glanced at her father hesitantly, then was pushed forward a few steps by him.
The father and daughter walked up to Andy Coles. Chang Miaomiao lowered her head and twisted her skirt with her fingers.
Andy Coles's gaze fell on her face; her large, watery eyes were streaked with tears, and the slightly red corners of her eyes revealed a vulnerable look that evoked pity.
He sat up slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
Chang Miaomiao took a deep breath, raised her head, and said in slightly broken English, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Andy Coles."
“You’re welcome, beautiful lady.” Andy Colles’ Chinese was surprisingly fluent.
With a bright smile, he then turned to the woman in business attire beside him and gave her instructions.
"Winnie, take Miss Chang to wash up and change into something presentable. See you at the restaurant at seven o'clock tonight."
Chang Haihe nodded in agreement and winked at his daughter.
Chang Miaomiao pursed her lips and followed Winnie as they turned and left the living room, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor gradually fading away at the end of the corridor.
In the living room, Andy Colles picked up the whiskey on the table and gently swirled the amber liquid in the glass.
His gaze towards Chang Haihe instantly turned cold: "Your daughter seems more interesting than you imagined. But you'd better get what I want as soon as possible."
Chang Haihe's smile faded, and he bowed, saying, "Mr. Andy Coles, rest assured..."
I will find a way to get my hands on that crucial data that Qi Haoyu hid as soon as possible.
Winnie led Chang Miaomiao to a guest room on the second floor of the manor. The moment she pushed open the carved wooden door, Chang Miaomiao couldn't help but hold her breath.
The entire room is predominantly white, with gilded chandeliers hanging from the dome casting dappled light.
The gilded reliefs on the wall outline smooth lines.
The chaise lounge by the window was covered with a snow-white fox fur, and even the edges of the table and chairs were inlaid with exquisite gold patterns.
Sheer curtains hung down, swaying gently in the breeze; every detail exuded undisguised luxury.
It was as if moonlight and gold had been blended into this world.
Chang Miaomiao strolled slowly, her fingertips brushing against the cool, gilded tabletop.
Looking around, I had a fleeting, dreamlike feeling—
The humiliation of their escape had not yet completely faded, but now they found themselves surrounded by such refinement and wealth, as if they had been transported to another world.
"Miss Chang." Winnie's voice rang out at the right moment; she had just come out of the bathroom, still damp.
"The milk bath is ready, and your change of clothes are on the bedside table."
It was selected according to your size. If you need anything else, just press the bell.
Chang Miaomiao withdrew her gaze, her face regaining its usual indifference, and simply snorted through her nose: "Go down."
Winnie nodded slightly, turned and tiptoed out.
The moment the door is closed, all external sounds are shut out.
The bathroom was filled with a faint milky scent, and the huge jacuzzi was filled with warm, milky-white water, with a few fresh rose petals floating on the surface.
Chang Miaomiao took off her clothes, stepped barefoot onto the cashmere mat on the floor, and entered the bathtub step by step.
The moment the warm water enveloped his body, the harrowing events of the past few days, the tension and fear of the escape,
It all seemed to ripple and dissipate with the water. She slowly leaned against the edge of the bathtub.
Close your eyes and let the fatigue wash over you from every part of your body; your tense nerves finally relax at this moment.
But this relaxation didn't last long; Teng Zijing's cold gaze flashed through his mind again.
And then there's the seemingly caring but actually manipulative look in the eyes of her father, Chang Haihe.
She opened her eyes, looked at her blurry reflection on the water, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips—this game isn't over yet.
A calculating thought formed in her mind, her fair arms teasing the milky white water.
The scent of roses mingled with the air around his nose, his gaze gradually turned cold, yet his mind uncontrollably replayed the scenes of his escape—
Zhang Chenghe abandoned him and fled alone. He had just slipped through the side door of the staff dormitory, and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath...
He was held down firmly by the armed men guarding outside. "Don't move, put your hands up."
His short, muffled groan, and the way he obediently raised his hands, pierced her ears like needles.
She was so terrified that she practically scrambled back to the housing department.
I rushed into the elevator, trembling, watching the numbers jump up floor by floor, my heart felt like it was going to shatter my chest.
When she escaped back to Liu Lu's guest room, she leaned against the cold door.
Her legs felt weak, she was panting heavily, and cold sweat soaked through the back of her sundress.
In her panic, she pulled her phone out of her handbag and dialed Chang Haihe's number with trembling fingers.
"Hello?" Chang Haihe's steady voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with a barely perceptible urgency. "Miaomiao, have you found the things?"
"Not...not yet, Father!" Chang Miaomiao's voice trembled violently, her teeth chattering.
"Teng Zijing suddenly came to the club. That bastard Zhang Chenghe abandoned me and was arrested by his men as soon as I went out!"
Father, what should I do now? Teng Zijing is completely unresponsive to reason or persuasion. Please, please help me!
"Miaomiao, don't panic, stay calm." Chang Haihe's voice came through the radio, carrying a reassuring power.
“I’ll call Andy Coles right away and have him send someone to rescue you.”
First, try to buy some time. Make sure Teng Zijing doesn't find that document, understand?
"I understand, Father!" Chang Miaomiao gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"You must act quickly! Otherwise, I can't be sure I can defeat that 'living Yama'!"
"Don't worry, honey, I know what's important." Chang Haihe paused for a moment, then said, "I'm hanging up now, I'll contact him right away."
"it is good!"
The dial tone of the phone call ending rang in her ears; she was still leaning tightly against the door.
Looking at the mess in the room, I felt dizzy.
If Andy Coles's men hadn't arrived in time, she probably would have been Teng Zijing's prisoner long ago.
The water in the bathtub gradually cooled down, and Chang Miaomiao opened her eyes.
As he watched the rose petals floating on the water being scattered by the ripples, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Chenghe has been arrested. That idiot knows too much. Hopefully, he can be stubborn and not betray her.
Inside the study, the heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a gilded desk lamp casting a dim, yellowish light on the table.
Andy Coles nestled in the large leather office chair, the back reclined.
He rested one hand on his forehead, the other holding a cigar, the crimson flame flickering.
Wisps of smoke rose, shrouding his handsome yet enigmatic face in a hazy mist.
“Sir,” the subordinate standing in front of the desk reported, bowing deeply, his voice low.
"The rescue operation went smoothly, and Miss Chang was brought back as planned. However..."
When the subordinate rushed into the guest room on the sixth floor of the club, he saw an old acquaintance.
"An old acquaintance?" Andy Coles raised an eyebrow, his previously half-closed eyes suddenly brightening as he twirled a cigar between his fingers. "Who?"
“Kate,” the subordinate answered succinctly, a hint of seriousness in his voice.
"He was with Teng Zijing at the time. We stepped out of the elevator and bumped right into him and Teng Zijing."
In my nervousness, I opened fire. He was still as agile as ever, every move carrying the nimble grace of his younger days.
"How did he get involved in this?" Andy Coles sat up straighter.
His brow furrowed slightly, and the cigar between his fingers stopped at his lips; he didn't take another puff.
Kate… the name was like a rusty key, suddenly prying open a corner deep in his memory.
The subordinate shook his head: "I don't know. He seems completely oblivious to his men; his attention is entirely focused on protecting Teng Zijing."
Andy Colles didn't say anything more, but simply brought the cigar back to his lips.
He took a deep breath, and the smoke slowly escaped from his nostrils, blurring the emotions in his eyes.
His gaze was fixed on the empty space ahead, and he murmured to himself, "My darling, it's been so long... Do you know how much I've missed you all these years?"
The last note dissipated into the smoke, carrying a hint of inexplicable obsession.
Like a hunter eyeing his long-awaited prey, a determined glint flashed in his eyes.
The only sound in the study was the hissing of burning cigars, and the air seemed to grow heavy.