Chapter 11

God, what's the matter?

Her heart was tightly pulled together, and fear and panic rushed up together.

James quickly stretched out his arm, pulled her waist close to himself, held her tightly in his arms, and his chest fluttered with palpitations. At the moment, Yexi Han is like a frightened little rabbit, holding him tightly, trying to find a trace of warmth.

"Xihan, don't be afraid. It's okay with me." he gently stroked her soft head and gently comforted her mood.

Soon, the car stopped suddenly at a corner in a series of collisions.

Feeling that the car stopped safely, Yexi Han slowly opened her closed eyes. At the moment, she still had lingering palpitations and looked up at the man holding her. A hoarse voice came out of his mouth, "are we safe?"

"Well, it's all right now." James nodded. Her eyes are as gentle as water. At this moment, he had a feeling that he was needed by her. He likes the feeling very much.

"What happened? Did you crash?" asked Mok, steadying himself.

James stroked yexihan in his arms and was about to ask the driver what happened, but found his car surrounded by a group of people. The men pointed heavy machine guns at them.

"Mr. James, we seem to be in trouble."

Night Xihan also found something strange outside and took a breath. He looked at the dark shadow outside the car in horror. The gun in their hands made her heart beat violently, and even the atmosphere dared not take a breath. Two years ago, the fear of that night came again.

"Xihan, don't worry, I'm here!" James felt the trembling of yexihan's body and gently pressed her head in his arms. Protect her in a protective posture.

He looked up at the group of people outside the car. The usual warmth swept by, and his face was cold. Say to the front driver in French, "who are they?"

The driver also answered in French with a nervous tone.

"Like a terrorist organization..."

"Mr. James, what shall we do now?" Mok looked at the situation outside, his heart slightly tightened.

Just then, a man in a black suit walked in. He bowed respectfully to the man in the car: "Mr. James, our president wants you to take a seat."

Mok looked at them in horror. "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing. I just want to invite Mr. James to sit down."

"The way your president treats people is really special." James narrowed his narrow blue eyes, which were covered with a layer of cold breath.

"Please forgive me for offending you. Please get off."

"Let me get off for a good reason."

"Su Nan can't answer. You'll know when you go with me."

James glared at him angrily. Although the visitor was not good, he came at him according to the current situation. Looks like the others are not in danger.

"Mok, you send Xihan back first."

James followed the man to a study. The design here is very strange. It is mainly based on black, but it perfectly interprets a kind of low-key luxury. The wall is embossed with a giant dragon in black marble, giving people an imperial style. The decorations of the whole room are related to the dragon, as if they were the unique symbol of the owner of the room.

He is an artist with a good birth background. Naturally, he has heard a little about every carefully carved object in the room. Just looking at the embossed dragon on the wall, you know that this man is not generally rich. And a rich man who really knows how to appreciate.