C7 Article 3 (2/2)

Ten thousand! Huangfu Yun's slender fingers picked up the stack of bills and smiled. When he loosened his fingers, money scattered all over the ground.

”What do you mean?” Mo Xiaodai was stunned.

Huangfu Yun moved closer to Mo Xiaodai. The two of them were only three feet apart from each other, and they could almost hear each other's breathing.

Huangfu Yun's handsome face rippled like an evil black flower.

”What's your name?”

Mo Xiaodai asked in a daze. It was as though she was befuddled by the magnetic and low hoarse voice that was wrapped around by the faint smell of tobacco.

Huangfu Yun revealed a cold smile. His hands wrapped around Mo Xiaodai's neck, pulling her to her side. His lips were pressed against her ear as he said in a cold voice, ”Remember, my name is Huangfu Yun …”

The name Huangfu Yunyin was both familiar and unfamiliar. Mo Xiaodai's mind was blank. She felt the hands on her neck grabbing onto her neck. The faint smell of tobacco smoke lingered around her earlobes. Everything, including the name, suffocated her.

”Boss, what did you lose your soul for?”

Tang Chen and Xiao Dezi looked at Mo Xiaodai, who was sitting on the floor in a daze.

Mo Xiaodai woke up from her stupor. Seeing that there was no one in front of her, she turned around and saw her two minions.

”What about him?” Mo Xiaodai asked with a grin.

”Gone?” The man who had paid for her to remember his name made her shudder.

”Eldest Miss, Master and Young Master Lu are waiting for you in the hall!”

”Oh, got it!”

It had been a week since that day, when the kidnapping had gone wrong. Mo Xiaodai kept feeling uneasy, as if her whole body was surrounded by the irritating aroma of tobacco. That man's sculptural face and that evil amber eyes had always lingered in her mind, especially the voice he used when he wanted her to remember his name …