Substitute Bride's Husband Is An Invisible Rich Man

CCLIII

When Mo Yan woke up again, she found herself locked in a dark room. Outside, she could vaguely hear the sound of a car passing by.

The room was extremely dark. There was only a yellow incandescent lamp, and the light was only enough to illuminate a small area.

A man in his early forties was sitting not far away. He looked at her from top to bottom with interest, and a disgusting smile hung on his face. Seeing that Mo Yan had woken up, he licked his lips greedily. "You woke up earlier than I expected. Are you satisfied wit my place?"

Mo Yan recognized that he was the man who had taken her away at the party.

"What exactly do you want with me?" Mo Yan sat upright and looked around. The decoration of the room was surprisingly simple. There were only two chairs and a table. On the table was the box lunch that the man had just finished. It seemed to be a temporarily abandoned warehouse.

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The man did not answer immediately. He moved the stool closer to Mo Yan and used his dirty hands to lift Mo Yan's chin. The smile on his lips deepened. "The woman that Huo Zhen likes is indeed very beautiful. I wonder how you taste like."

"Let go of me!" Mo Yan moved to the side and glared at the man with gritted teeth.

"You want to use me to threaten Huo Zhen?" She, who had managed to avoid the man's dirty hands with great difficulty, still looked at him with full vigilance. "What do you want?"

"Money, of course." The man sneered. Everyone knew that the Huo family was as rich as a country, and Huo Zhen was a strategic business magnate with a personal net worth of more than ten billion, not to mention the rising Huo Corporation.

"Do you think you can get Huo Zhen to pay by using me as hostage?" Mo Yan smiled bitterly.

Luo Tao, her bedmate, doted on her very much, and they were a loving couple in the eyes of others. Luo Tao would take care of her, be considerate of her, and give her a sense of security. He was the love of her life. However, when Mo Yan thought about how Luo Tao, who was so good to her, actually lied to her about his identity...

"Of course. I've done my investigation. He likes you very much." The man smiled and stroked Mo Yan's face with his finger. "As long as I say that you're in my hands, I can ask Huo Zhen for money. He's so forthright, so asking for 30 to 50 million is definitely not a problem. No, even if I want 100 million, he must give it to me."

"100 million? How could he say that?" Mo Yan thought.

"I think you're mistaken." She smiled as she avoided the man's hand. Although she was smiling, her current face was uglier than a crying one. "If he really liked me, he wouldn't have let me live my life so depressingly. I don't know how much he is worth, but I have to work hard every day for three meals a day. I always bargain with the vegetable stall owner. Whenever I can get a 10 or 20 cents discount, I will feel that I have gotten a huge discount."

Recalling her memories with Luo Tao, Mo Yan felt a little uncomfortable. In fact, she never cared about Luo Tao's identity, but having to hear from others that he was Huo Zhen, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Are you kidding me? !" Getting a little anxious, the man gave Mo Yan a fierce kick.

He kidnapped Mo Yan for money. If he could not get money from her, wouldn't his effort be wasted?

"I'm not kidding. You were at the charity gala. When I was humiliated by Mo Lian, where was Huo Zhen? Moreover, if he really fancied me like what you said, I would be wearing the latest and most beautiful dress. How could it be something from five or six years ago?" Mo Yan let out a long sigh and looked down at her own dress.

When she bought it, Huo Zhen advised her to choose the most beautiful and latest one. At that time, in order to save money, she had specially chosen the current dress. But now that she thought about it, he must have thought that she was ridiculous. With his status, he would naturally not care about a few hundred dollars less. Perhaps in his eyes, she had always been a joke.

The man widened his eyes in disbelief and subconsciously wanted to curse. However, he looked at the dress on Mo Yan's body. It was indeed the style from five or six years ago. If someone else instead of the naturally beautiful Mo Yan had worn the dress, the dress would not have stood out as much.

Mo Yan sighed. She could not count on Huo Zhen. The key was to rely on self-help. She assumed the usual temperament she used to discuss business and smiled at the man. "Or I can give you money. Although it's not much, unlike with Huo Zhen, at least you're guaranteed to get something."

Mo Yan's words sounded sincere.