CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: DO WE REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS?

"Uh!"

Chloe was caught off guard, naturally she didn’t have time to resist, let alone dial the emergency number preset on her phone.

And before she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was the look in Harry King’s eyes.

Five minutes later, Jack Woods was driving the car, with Alexander Johnson in the back seat.

Chloe, who had fainted, was lying on Alexander Johnson’s lap.

In the front passenger seat sat Harry King.

"Young Mister Johnson, you only told me to invite Chloe over, you didn’t say to knock her out!"

Harry King had no choice, reluctantly got in the car, and looked at the unconscious Chloe with a heart full of anxiety.

"From the night you agreed to help me, you lost your choice."

Alexander Johnson looked straight ahead, speaking calmly.

Harry King suddenly raised his voice: "But you also said you wouldn’t hurt Chloe!"

"I’m still saying that now."

Only then did Alexander Johnson glance at him, his gaze still unwaveringly firm.

"..." Harry King said no more.

He knew, he really had no choice.

Regarding the King’s financing, Alexander Johnson kept his word, completing all the processes in three days and the funds were transferred.

As for Chloe, Alexander really hadn’t done anything yet, right?

If he really wanted to do something, he probably wouldn’t have called him along.

One hour later.

Jack Woods drove the car to an abandoned villa in the Kyohai Suburbs.

Upon entering, several burly men were standing inside.

It was here that Alexander Johnson revealed his entire plan to Harry King.

"What? I don’t agree!" Harry King was so anxious after hearing it that he jumped to his feet.

Alexander Johnson smirked, speaking unhurriedly: "Aren’t you curious about what happened that night at Nightfall?"

"..." Harry King frowned, recalling the rare call Lucas made that night saying he wanted to have fun at Nightfall.

Since Lucas and Chloe had been together, he had never brought Chloe out to any entertainment places with them.

That night was indeed a bit strange.

He recollected everything that happened that night, the final image lingering in his mind was of Chloe’s fleeting embarrassed look.

And the next morning, the Nightfall woman beneath him covered in red marks.

Afterwards, Lucas said he got drunk, and after Harry Mason and Noah Woods left, he still wasn’t satisfied and asked the Nightfall manager for a girl.

Yes, he was drunk, but even drunk he still had memories.

He didn’t remember telling the Nightfall manager he wanted a girl to accompany him at all.

"Fine." Thinking of this, Harry King eventually agreed.

Alexander Johnson seemed to have anticipated this result, showing no surprise, and directly instructed Jack Woods beside him: "Have them contact Lucas Hughes."

Ansun Hospital.

Lucas Hughes was about to get off work when his phone rang, it was an anonymous email.

[We have your wife now, bring 500,000 over, otherwise we will kill her. Also, don’t try any tricks, your parents are also under our control now, if you dare to try anything, I will kill them.]

Attached to the email was a photo, it was Chloe’s photo.

But in the bottom right corner of that photo, there was also an unconscious Harry King, and Lucas Hughes recognized him at a glance.

Moreover, in the photo, both Harry King and Chloe were in disarray.

Without thinking, Lucas Hughes deemed Harry King guilty, and condemned Chloe as well.

Pointing at the photo, he cursed: "Damn! Really lusting after my wife! I regarded you as a brother, damn it! And you too, truly a lowlife, can’t live a day without a man!"

Remembering Chloe’s enchanting voice under Alexander Johnson, his anger boiled over: "Sure experienced the pleasure of being handled by a man, like a damn foxy bitch, seducing people everywhere."

But with his parents also under surveillance, he could only choose to take the 500,000 over.

Two and a half hours later, Lucas Hughes prepared the money and went to the address in the email.

Jack Woods, upstairs, watched through binoculars as Lucas Hughes entered, glanced back at Alexander Johnson.

"Sir, do we really want to do this?"