American Comics: BOSS Invasion

An hour later, the black man and the bald man got out of the taxi with their arms full of things, walking back to the warehouse with resentment in their stomachs.

They were stunned as soon as they reached the door.

The warehouse door was wide open, and everything inside was there, except for the two women.

"Damn, they ran away."

Only now did the two men suddenly realize what they had just done.

Just then, the woman and the man in the suit walked in with light steps.

They were clearly in a good mood. As soon as they saw the backs of the two men, the woman announced loudly, "Hey guys, good news! The advertising company didn't call the police, but chose to sue that blonde chick. We haven't been exposed to the police yet... Wait, what are you holding? Where did they all come from? Where are those two chicks?"

The black man and the bald man mechanically turned their heads, their faces somewhat distorted.

The man in the suit widened his eyes: "Run away? How could you let that happen?"

The woman instantly exploded and roared: "You two were guarding here, and you still let the targets escape. Did you grow up eating shit? You're worse than useless! What are you still standing there for? Get out of here, the police will be here any minute!"

The black man and the bald man shivered, as if waking up from a dream.

They hurriedly threw away the bags in their hands and ran out of the warehouse quickly.

"Phones, throw away all the phones!" the man in the suit reminded loudly.

The four people ran to the car in a trot. After a burst of engine roar, they quickly disappeared.

The warehouse quickly became quiet, with a pile of phones scattered at the door.

Suddenly, one of them rang loudly, the harsh ringtone echoing in the empty warehouse, exuding a strange gloom.

On the other side, Aunt Sophie tightly clenched the phone, listening to the busy tone inside, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

She hurriedly hung up the phone, tried several times before putting the phone in her apron.

She hurriedly answered: "What's the matter, Miss Tomie!"

Then she trotted into the living room.

In the living room, Tomie and Catherine were sitting on the sofa, watching TV and eating snacks.

Tomie looked up and said calmly: "Sophie, I want to eat Boston red wine steak tonight, ribeye, and Kofte cake. Also, see if there's any champagne in the cellar, bring a bottle over."

"Okay, Miss Tomie!"

Aunt Sophie agreed, peeking at Tomie's calm face, and then at Catherine, who was speechless on the opposite side.

After hesitating for a moment, she still asked: "Miss Tomie, should we call the police?"

"Why call the police?"

"But you were just kidnapped a few hours ago!"

Tomie turned to look at Aunt Sophie, and then indifferently uttered a word: "Oh!"

Aunt Sophie felt like she was going crazy.

What does 'Oh' mean?

Is it to call the police, or not to call the police?

Did you really understand my question just now?

Perhaps seeing Aunt Sophie's somewhat collapsed expression, Catherine said helplessly: "Sophie, right? Give up, Tomie simply doesn't have the concept of calling the police. Besides, after we escaped, the other party must have run away. We don't have any evidence, the police will at most take a statement, they won't waste police force searching everywhere.

Don't worry, go prepare dinner first."

Aunt Sophie nodded: "Okay, thank you for your explanation, this..."

"Just call me Catherine!" Catherine smiled.

"Okay, Catherine."

Aunt Sophie turned and left. Catherine stared at her back and whispered: "Tomie, your cook has a problem!"

"Oh!"

Tomie looked indifferent, opened a fashion magazine, looked at a red long dress, and her eyes lit up slightly.

Catherine patted her forehead and fell helplessly on the sofa.

"You really have big nerves, you have no sense of danger at all. I really wonder how you grew up so big. By the way, is it really okay for me to stay here? Does your family have anyone else?"

"There's also Qishan!"

Catherine's face was speechless: "Don't say the name, I mean what's your relationship with him?"

Tomie tilted her head, "Relationship... Controller!"

Catherine smiled bitterly: "Forget it, it's my fault, I shouldn't have asked that."

"Okay, is this man related to you by blood?"

Completely controller, should be considered a blood relationship!

Tomie nodded repeatedly.

"Is he an elder or a younger generation?"

Tomie shook her head.

"Same parents?"

Tomie shook her head.

Got it, half-brother!

Catherine nodded knowingly, looked around, and asked: "Is this your property?"

Tomie shook her head.

Understood! Should be a half-brother.

Catherine touched her chin, her eyes lit up slightly.

Looks quite rich, maybe I can..."

"His name is Qishan, right? What does he do?"

"Don't know!" Tomie said confidently.

"When will he come back? Will he agree to me staying here?"

"He's always in the basement!"

Tomie answered the first half of the sentence, ignoring the second half.

Catherine thought she didn't know either, and explained: "I'm having a little trouble, and I can't go home for the time being.

Actually, those words I said to the kidnappers just now weren't completely lies, just slightly modified in the details."

Catherine spread her hands and said: "That 1 million US dollar compensation is real, and I really don't have that much money. The other party has been forcing me to sign the actor terms and preventing my water factory from going bankrupt.

If I hadn't suddenly been kidnapped, the contract would have been signed already.

But this incident is both a crisis and an opportunity.

As long as I am in a kidnapped state, the contract side has a legitimate excuse to delay, and it only takes half a month for the water factory to complete the bankruptcy procedure.

As long as the water factory goes bankrupt, the debt relationship will naturally be frozen. I will be out of this quagmire, so, although I'm a little embarrassed, I still ask to stay here for half a month, I will gradually pay you back all the expenses, okay?"

Tomie nodded without hesitation, "Okay!"

Catherine patted her forehead and said weakly: "Really, why did I explain so much to you, you obviously wouldn't object."

Catherine lay back down, hugged a full box of popcorn, and watched the TV program while eating.

I'd better wait for the person in charge to come out and discuss it with him.

Hopefully he will be as easy to talk to as Tomie.

Should be.

A trace of confidence appeared in Catherine's eyes. With her figure and appearance, could she not deal with a man?