Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?

Chapter 887 Grave Peril

With these words, Ramon ordered, “Go fetch her.”

Asher said deeply, “Yes, Chief!”

Outside, Queeny was still in struggle.

She didn’t know why she had those curious memories, but she did know that she must leave the place

right now.

The single reason was that she sensed grave peril looming large apart from that strange, faint feeling

of attachment.

A voice in her mind had been telling her to run, run for dear life!

She gritted her teeth, straightened up and began to stagger out.

Just then, a shadowy figure appeared from nowhere and stood in her way.

“Where are you going, Miss Horton?”

She looked up and saw it was the silver-masked guy.

With darkened face, she demanded grimly, “Who are you exactly?”

The masked guy smiled and said, “Now that you’re so curious about who we are, why not stay to have

a look? Perhaps you’ll find out if you do.”

Queeny gnashed her teeth.

She knew that she was very fragile without any strength, suspecting that they had secretly done

something detrimental to her.

Physically speaking, she was now no match for the guy.

What could she do?

When she was still considering, a sudden gust of wind swept towards her.

Astounded, she dodged it swiftly by instinct.

The masked guy paused and smiled, “Marvelous. But you can’t escape, Queeny. You can ignore your

own safety, but don’t you want to know what has happened to the girl brought here along with you?

Don’t you want to find out why we’ve got you here? Are you really going to leave without any clues?”

Queeny was stunned.

The man had spoken out all her concerns.

First of all, she was indeed anxious to find out who they were and why they captured her.

Second, she did worry about Ella, for she had never seen Ella or heard anything about her since she

woke up.

She had cherished some hope that they had knocked out Ella and left her at the restaurant because

they couldn’t be bothered to take an extra burden.

If so, Ella would stay out of danger.

But what the man said implied that Ella was also in their hands.

Alarmed, Queeny quit the intention of a prompt departure.

She demanded in a deep voice, “What on earth do you want?”

The masked guy gave a smile and made an inviting gesture instead of an aggressive one.

“Please go inside, Miss Horton. Our chief will explain everything to you.”

He bowed slightly in invitation.

Queeny hesitated, aware that he had given her no choice despite his politeness.

She made up her mind to confront whatever was waiting for her and figure all the things out.

She stepped in upright.

Ramon had already been in the luxurious sitting room, waiting for her on the sofa.

On entry, she caught sight of the figure on the sofa and her eyes dimmed.

She walked over with a sullen face.

Ramon looked up.

The contact of their eyes set a curious feeling surging in Queeny again.

Too familiar.

The face and the eyes were so warm and familiar that they seemed imprinted in her mind a long time

ago.

She almost blurted out the word “Brother”.

But she managed to suppress it.

She set her lips in a grim line and stared at him obstinately.

A hint of surprise flickered across Ramon’s eyes.

He had known that she was bleakly strong-willed, but he didn’t expect her will to be so iron-like.

With the two bottles of illusion potion used on her and his exclusive way of hypnosis, she should at

least evince no more defiance.

But of course, he didn’t betray any of these thoughts.

Instead, he put on the most benign smile and said to her, “Just sit down.”

His tone and smile were so genial that he seemed the most innocuous person in the world.

But the kinder he was, the more alert Queeny became.

She knew full well that there must be something sinister under a façade of undue cordiality.

These people couldn’t have taken all the pains to get her here for a casual chat.

She said nothing and sat down.

There was a pot of coffee and two cups in front of Ramon.

With the coffee ready, he poured two cups and set one before her. “Have a taste.”

Queeny stared at her cup without moving.

Ramon smiled like he had expected it, taking up his cup to have a drink.

Then he said, “You can rest easy. You wouldn’t have been here if I had intended to kill you. It’s just a

normal cup of coffee.”

He took another sip to assure her.

Queeny hesitated, but finally succumbed to the raging thirst and drank her share.

Seeing this, Ramon was relieved.

He smiled, “You’re very puzzled, aren’t you? Who am I and why have we got you here? You must be

full of questions.”

Queeny stared at him coldly and said nothing. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

But her eyes betrayed her perplexed mind.

Smiling faintly and shaking his head with sadness, he said, “I knew you would be offended by the way I

got you here, and even refuse to acknowledge me as your brother.”

Queeny’s brows puckered in a frown.

Two key words caught her attention. She asked, “Acknowledge you?”

Ramon gave a nod.

Looking at Queeny with a serious face, he asked, “Queeny, do you really have no memory of me? Do

you really not remember who I am?”

He seemed to be filled with anticipation, which was shadowed by a trace of anguish.

His eyes triggered those fragmentary scenes in Queeny’s mind.

A young boy and a tiny girl playing together blithely, picking flowers and flying kites.