Chapter 75

Chapter 75 The dark living room stared back at Jack in pin–drop silence, as if silently mocking his one

sided enthusiasm. Jack reached out to turn on the lights, and the state of the living room shocked him.

Junk food piled up on the coffee table, including a cold, half–eaten bowl of instant noodles. A game

console and a laptop were placed carelessly on top of the pile, and the floor was covered in food crumbs.

It was painstakingly clear that Naomi had spent the past few days in freedom and bliss. Jack‘s face

hardened. He looked into the bedroom and the study, and he could not find a soul. He could not believe

that he had purposely finished his work early and rushed back on the earliest flight. Naomi was not

waiting for him at all.

Jack let out a cold laugh. He let go of his grip, and the gift box he held fell straight into the trash bin.

The gifts, like his extinguished enthusiasm, turned into ashes and garbage. He pulled out his phone and

dialed Sean‘s number. “Book me a presidential suite.” Sean misunderstood Jack‘s intentions and said

cheekily, “Sir, you‘re not thinking of taking your wife to...” “She is not my wife, and I don‘t want to hear

you mention her name!” Jack snapped with a frown.

He hung up the phone and quietly walked out of the building.

In the outskirts of Gin City, Naomi slowly awakened in the warehouse of an abandoned factory.

The blinding bright lights made it difficult for her to open her eyes. Eight high–definition video cameras

were placed in front of her, all of them aimed right at her. She was tied securely onto a large wooden

board, with her arms and legs spread wide.

A group of four or five men stood in a corner and... stripped! “Oh, you‘re up? It looks like we‘ll be having

a lot more fun later!”

“Hahaha! She‘s a feisty one. She even managed to hurt my leg. I‘ll make her pay for that with her body!”

“Go ahead and scream, baby. We might go easy on you! Hahaha!”

The red–headed leader shamelessly teased Naomi while the other men joined in. Naomi held back her

disgust and calmly met the red–headed man‘s eyes. “I don‘t think I‘ve offended you in any way.” “It‘s just

business, baby. Blame it on your bad luck!” The red–headed man had already taken off his shirt and

approached Naomi with a malicious grin on his face.

Naomi‘s eyes widened, and she quickly began negotiating. “I‘ll pay you ten times what Clarissa Green is

giving you!” “Ten times?” asked the red–headed man as he stopped in his tracks. Naomi saw an

opportunity and frantically replied, “Yes! Ten times! I‘m married to the Hough family, so that amount of

money is nothing to me! Think about it. Would you rather go against Clarissa Green or the Prince of Gin

City, Jack Hough?”

“Well...”

The red–headed man‘s expression was hesitant. Naomi was just beginning to feel relieved when the

man let out a loud cackle. “Hahaha! Do you think we‘re that easy to convince?” Naomi‘s heart dropped.

The men really were not average punks! “We‘re a bunch of outlaws. Why would we be afraid of Jack

Hough?” sneered the red–headed

man.

“In our line of work, trust is everything. Since Clarissa Green already paid us, why would we go back on

our word for you? It looks like she was right about your scheming. Well, I‘ve got news for you.”

At that point, the man had reached where Naomi was tied up, and he leaned forward with his face

dangerously close to hers. Naomi gritted her teeth. She refused to give in and stared straight into the

man‘s eyes. “Firstly, we‘re out in the middle of nowhere right now. Nobody will find you here. Secondly,

We specially chose the day your husband was out on a business trip to come for you. You can give up

now! Nobody is coming for you...”

In the presidential suite at the West City Hotel, Jack resurfaced from the swimming pool. Sean handed

him a towel, glanced at his employer‘s face, then carefully said, “Sir, it‘s late, and Miss Naomi still hasn‘t

returned home. Should we go look for her?”