Chapter 423 Who Killed Winner


    What really perplexed Jean was the fact that the worried and anxious expressions on Joy''s face


    weren''t mere y-acting but real.


    However, now was not the time to dwell on real or fake. Theunches had already been docked on the


    shore now. And several young men jumped on to the shore one by one, led by a man with a beard.


    "Where is Shirley?" Joy asked as she ran towards the bearded man. She had taken the lead in rushing


    out and was now staring closely at him standing in front of the crowd. "I thought we agreed that I would


    get Shirley back as soon as I brought the ransom! Where is she? What have you done with her?" Joy


    questioned him once again.


    "I told you toe alone. But you brought these guys with you! Doesn''t that vite the terms? Clearly


    you broke our agreement first." The young man who seemed to be the leader nced coldly at Zed


    who was standing behind Joy, following which, his roaming eyes came to a halt when they fell on


    Jean''s face for a few seconds. He seemed unhappy with the grouped arrival.


    "You demanded a ransom of a hundred million dors from me. If I hadn''t asked them for money, where


    else would I have gotten such an outrageous amount? Besides, how else could I have felt safe?" Joy


    didn''t seem afraid of him though, and she retorted immediately in an equally angered voice.


    By that time, both Zed and Jean realized that things hadn''t turned out as they had expected. They


    nced at each other in confusion.


    ''There is no way that the anger and worry on Joy''s face are pretentious or make-believe. They are


    genuine!


    Do we guess everything wrong? Does Joy really have nothing to do with the kidnapping?


    Have we all misjudged her this badly?'' They both thought in unison as


    Zed gave Jean a soothing look. He shook his head gently, motioning her to wait and see what would


    happen next.


    Jean suddenly understood what Zed had actually meant and moved forward to stand near Joy.


    "Don''t get anxious, Joy! They are here now and I think they will bring Shirley soon." She soothed and


    calmed her stepmother down.


    "Oh?" The bearded man was surprised on her sudden entry into the discussion. "You seem quite


    confident. It seems like you have really brought the ransom money!" Looking at Jean in an interesting


    way, the bearded man responded.


    "Of course we brought the money. We want to save Shirley''s life and we aren''t going to take any risks


    with that. All the money is here. If you want it, just take it but let Shirley go first." She looked up at the


    bearded man with a serious face.


    "You are Jean Wen?" the man asked. He had been looking at her for quite a while now and suddenly


    don''t believe that you''re going to pay a hundred million dors for a woman you despise."


    "Oh you don''t believe it?" Jean instantly let out a sneer as she heard his words. "Of course, someone


    as cold-blooded and heartless as you, with as much mercy as an animal will certainly not believe it.


    Who I like or dislike is none of your business! So why don''t you cut the crap and give us Shirley?"


    Jean had gotten impatient.


    "Of course we''ll give her to you. But we want to see the money first! Who knows what tricks you''re


    going to y?" The bearded man looked at Jean and mocked her.


    His beard had given him a solemn, almost religious look, but he was in fact, as cunning as a fox.


    Jean, on the other hand, had almost lost her temper because of his attitude. But now she could only


    hold it back and look at the man. "Are you the leader?" she asked.


    "Yeah. Everyone calls me Brother Carlos and I lead their ranks!" Carlos Hu replied proudly.


    His triumphant expression wasical to the point ofughter but Jean let it slide. She couldn''t


    understand, as just an ordinary kidnapper, what he was so proud of when he announced his name.


    And looking at his high and mightycent expressions, she was almost tempted to punch him a


    smack in the face.


    "Well, Brother Carlos. You can send one of your subordinates over here. He can count the money right


    here in front of us and then we can exchange. How does that sound?" Jean looked at Carlos Hu and


    offered a treaty.


    "That sounds like a good idea." Carlos Hu nodded in satisfaction upon hearing the proposal, which


    seemed reasonable. He called a subordinate toe over and count the money they had brought.


    As they waited for him to count the money, Carlos nced at Zed who was standing next to several


    money boxes and then looked at Jean. "Is that the famous Mr. Qi? Howe he is so willing to stand


    like a mere guard behind you?" he asked curiously.


    Jean rolled her eyes as she heard the words. "What does that have to do with you? It''s not your


    business to know his thoughts! You just take the money and give us back Shirley. And you better keep


    your nose out of anything else," she rudely retorted.


    "Oh! Somebody''s got a hot temper! You didn''t seem like the type!" Carlos burst intoughter. "Hey, I


    heard that Mr. Qi is not good to you? Honey, what do you think of me? You cane and be with me. I


    promise you that I''ll be really good to you!"


    "Oh shut up and stop daydreaming! You guys are cruel and heartless. In my eyes, even beggars and


    harlots are better than you," Jean shouted angrily.


    "Hey, hey, hey... how dare you talk to our boss like that?"


    A man from the group suddenly moved out and shouted at Jean. He seemed offended on Carlos''


    behalf.


    "What''s wrong? Am I not telling the truth, you monsters? First of all, you killed Winner, and then you


    guys kidnapped Shirley. What on earth did the Wen family ever do so wrong that you want to hurt us so


    much? You killed the only son in the family to start with, and now you have also kidnapped their


    daughter. You''re not humans! You''re monsters, all of you!" Jean had burst into curses now.


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    However, Carlos didn''t seem to be affected by her words. "Winner''s death was his own fault, that stupid


    person!" A look of disdain instantly appeared on his face.


    Jean stared at him nervously, waiting for his next words. She was wondering whether Winner''s death


    really had anything to do with Shirley or not.


    But when Joy heard that they knew of Winner''s death which meant that they were behind it, she began


    to shake and cry in great anguish. "You''ve already taken my son from me. Please... please let my


    daughter go!" she shouted sorrowfully.


    Stirred up by Joy, the topic changed. Jean could not help frowning and sighed quietly. She still didn''t


    know how Winner died.


    "As long as you''ve brought the money we asked for, you''ll certainly get your daughter back." Carlos Hu


    looked at Joy, who was crying with a runny nose and a tearful face, and then looked aside in disgust,


    unmoved by her pain.


    "Boss, we''re done! It''s the whole amount!" Right at that moment, Carlos'' man came to report.


    Carlos Hu looked at Jean in some surprise. Then he nced at Zed who was still standing in the


    distance with an afraid expression. "You are a straightforward, honest businessman and so am I. You!


    Go and bring that little bitch here!" he barked an order.


    "Yes boss!" Several of his men responded in unison and aunch sailed into the sea immediately.


    Jean still admired the meticulousness of the man standing in front of her even though he was evil, and


    she could not help pping her hands in praise. "Brother Carlos, now I finally know why you have so


    many people under yourmand."


    "Oh? And what, ording to you, is the reason behind that?" Carlos seemed interested on hearing his


    praise.


    "Well! First of all, it''s clearly because you''re a smart man. You are as sly as a fox and no ordinary will


    dare to be your opponent as they can''tpete with you when ites to tricks and ideas." It looked


    like Jean was trying to tter him with praises and smiles.


    "What you''re saying feels lovable and interesting." Carlos looked quite proud on hearing his praise.


    "Brother Carlos, you just told us that Winner''s death was his own fault. Now, I know that bastard


    Winner very well. He must have done something really bad for you to make him pay so dearly in return.


    Isn''t that right?"


    Jean continued ttering him with a smile, while serving her ulterior motive.


    "That bastard Winner was a ck sheep in reality. And when I killed him, I did a favor to the Wen


    Family. Otherwise, in a few years, he would have ruined the entire family name, reputation, and


    business all at once." Carlos seemed even more proud as he discussed his so-called service.


    "You..." Joy''s face was filled with anger at once.


    Jean had already anticipated her reaction and she immediately reached out a hand and pinched Joy''s


    arm. Carlos was slowly opening now. She didn''t want Joy destroying all her efforts.


    "But Winner was just squandering money of the Wen family. Why would you kill him over that? I mean,


    that doesn''t hurt you, does it? And as for Shirley, you just called her a bitch, and although she has a


    very bad temper and even worse moral character, as far as I know, she is still a virgin!"


    Jean looked at Carlos and smiled.


    "What did you say? Do you really think Shirley could keep her zipper in check?" The idea seemed like


    an enormous joke to Carlos, as he looked at Jean andughed disdainfully. "It was that bitch who


    climbed into my bed and let me set a trap for Winner. And Winner hadn''t paid back my money, which


    was why I killed him! It was Shirley who framed Winner behind his back. I pulled the trigger, but she


    nted the gun!"