Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 950

The old man nodded and raised his hand, signaling for Gideon to sit. He then asked, "So how are you guys going to save her? Can you tell me now?"

The group of them looked at each other, and only then did they tell him their plan in detail.

At this time, on the other side.

In a dark and dilapidated house, a young girl was sitting on the bed.

Her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth. Her face was pale and pitiful.

There were clear footsteps outside.

Soon, the door was opened from the outside and a young man came in with a grim face. He took off his jacket and threw it aside.

The girl was chilled by his cold aura and shrank back a little.

The man stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. After a moment, he bent down and looked her straight in the eyes with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Flora, tell me. Where did your great-grandfather hide that thing?"

His voice was ghostly and cold, like a snake.

Flora shook her head and gulped, unable to say a clear sentence.

The man got impatient, lifted his hand, and pulled the cloth from her mouth. He then asked in a chilling voice, "Speak! Where is it hidden?"

Flora was so afraid that she was about to cry. She said, "I really don't know."

"Don't know? You stay with him every day, serve him food, dress him, and watch over his store. Yet you don't know where his things are hidden? Are you kidding me?"

He said this and suddenly became angry. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bed.

Flora cried out in pain and tried to struggle, but she could not resist his strength and was soon dragged to the door.

"Let go of me! I really don't know where the thing you want is hidden. I'm begging you! Please let me go!"

However, it was clear that the man would not listen to her pleas for mercy.

He dragged her all the way out of the house to a well in the courtyard and yelled, "Speak! If you don't tell me, I'll throw you down there!"

Flora was forced to lie down by the well and looked into the deep black well. She was scared out of her wits.

The man grabbed her by the neck and pushed her head into the well.

"Are you going to speak or not?"

Flora cried. She had been holding on for so long and could not take it any longer.

"Okay! I’ll tell you!"

The man grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her face up.

"Where is it?"

Flora burst into tears as she said, "In my great-grandmother's grave."

The man's face turned harsh and said, "Take me there!"

The night was dark and the wind was strong. The two of them then went to the Brooks family's cemetery.

Since the cemetery was close to the Brooks Villa, the man did not dare to let go of her. Although the rope on her feet was loosened, her hands were still tied and her mouth was stuffed with cloth again so that she would not scream to attract people to her.

There were not many people in the village now. It was also the middle of the night, when everyone had gone to bed, so there was no sound except for the chirping of some insects.

With Flora’s guidance, Grant Lennon dragged her to the cemetery and asked her to point.

"Which tombstone is your great-grandmother's?"

Flora looked around, then pointed to the centermost piece.

Grant Lennon walked over stony-faced, took a closer look at the words on the tombstone, and confirmed it was her.

He was from an old generation, after all, so even though they were in modern times, he still had a traditional mindset.

Thus in the past few years, except for her schooling, Grandpa Brooks had never taught Flora any martial arts.

In the past, Flora did not think this was a big deal, but at this moment, she felt great regret.

If only she knew some martial arts.

With martial arts, she could fight back and run away. She would not be like a piece of meat on someone else’s chopping board, waiting to be crushed.

As she thought of this, she lifted her eyes and looked at Grant Lennon, who was not far away.

She saw that he was squatting and diligently digging the earth.

He did not know the exact location, so he could only dig up the entire grave a little bit at a time.

This was not an easy task. The good thing was he came prepared. Before coming, he came with a hoe, so although laborious, his progress was not too slow.

Soon after, he dug up the grave.

It was a cold autumn night, but he was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Flora was watching from a distance. She closed her eyes and mouthed a few words in her heart.

“Great-grandmother, please don’t blame me!”

It was all her fault, but there was really no other way. If she did not bring him here, her own little life would be in danger.

After she finished her silent prayer, she opened her eyes again and saw that Grant was still there digging.

However, even though he had dug up the entire grave, he could not find anything that looked like the Arcane Jade.

Not to mention the jade, he could not even find a piece of cloth. All he had dug up were mounds of soil.

Soon, he saw the coffin.