You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Are You Still Mad At Me

“Do you think it was done by a single person or a duo?” Gu Mingchen asked.

“At least two people were involved. One person wouldn’t have been able to render Ai Wei’er unconscious and keep the oil lamp from smashing to the ground. Plus, the person who locked the door didn’t enter through the main entrance as the door was locked from the outside. If that person has truly gained entry, then there are other passages in this castle.” Wu Nian walked toward the fireplace and looked at the ashes there. “Take a look, Gu Mingchen.”

Striding over, Gu Mingchen spotted another drag mark on the ground. “I’ll go up and take a look.”

He crawled in, only to swiftly back out in the next moment as oil poured down from above, followed by a dozen logs that were lit.

The moment the logs came into contact with the oil, a blazing fire flared to life.

Taking Wu Nian’s hand, Gu Mingchen took three steps back.

“I’ll break the door.” As he said that, he snagged a chair and stalked out before smashing it against the door.

He hit it once, twice, thrice… On the sixth time, the door finally broke.

They were then greeted by the sight of Slack sprawled over the steering wheel with a knife protruding from his neck and blood pooling on the ground.

Wu Nian placed her hand under his nose, only to find that he was no longer breathing. Thus, she shook her head at Gu Mingchen.

“Run ahead and call Mo Xue when there’s a signal. Ask her to keep the front gate closed and get the surveillance footage at once,” Gu Mingchen ordered.

Subsequently, he climbed onto the car and swept his gaze around. “I spot them. There are three men, so I’ll give chase!”

Leaping down from the car, he sprinted toward the northern gate at full tilt.

When Wu Nian had gotten a signal, she immediately phoned Mo Xue. “Mo Xue, an issue came up. Someone kidnapped Ai Wei’er. Send men to the northern gate at once.”

After saying that, she hung up and ran toward the northern gate as well.

When Gu Mingchen saw the three men stuffing Ai Wei’er into the van, he grabbed the door immediately.

“Be careful, Gu Mingchen!” Wu Nian shouted anxiously.

Jumping up, Gu Mingchen slipped into the van, and in the next instance, a man was kicked out the opposite door.

As soon as the man’s partners in crime saw that their buddy had been attacked, they instantly got out of the van with knives in their hands. “Keep your nose out of this!” one of them threatened viciously.

Gu Mingchen merely stared at the two men who had masks on. Then, he swiftly charged. He moved so fast that before they could even react, he’d already restrained one of the masked men’s hands, whereupon his knife clattered onto the ground.

While the other man was still contemplating how he could help, Gu Mingchen had already grasped his wrist and pinned him against the car door.

At this time, the man on the ground scrambled up while clutching his stomach. The moment he saw Mo Xue’s men heading over, he promptly took off.

“Catch him!” Mo Xue demanded sharply.

Half the bodyguards chased after the man who was making his escape, and the other half helped Gu Mingchen restrain the two men.

“Where’s Ai Wei’er?” Mo Xue asked Wu Nian.

“In the van,” Wu Nian replied.

The butler opened the car door and carried Ai Wei’er out. “Ms. Ai is unconscious,” he reported to Mo Xue.

Livid, Mo Xue ripped the mask off one of the men. “It’s you?” she exclaimed in surprise.

The masked man dipped his head in panic.

“You know him?” Stephen questioned.

“He’s my nephew – a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, carouse, and gamble. He asked me for a loan of two million last week, but I rebuffed him. Never had I thought that he’d do such a crazy thing!” Mo Xue growled, incensed.

“What’s the big deal about giving me two million when you’re so rich, Aunt Xue? I’m going to lose my hands if I don’t pay them back next week.”

“That’s your problem. I won’t give you any money. Take him to the police station,” Mo Xue instructed coldly.

“Looks like you’re in a bad mood today, so I’ll excuse myself. I’ll come back tomorrow and continue painting you,” Stephen drawled.

At this, Mo Xue rolled her eyes at him. “My money doesn’t grow on trees either, yet everyone is trying to dupe me!”