Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

It was 3:01:12 AM!

Wen Xinya admired herself for her strong willpower. Despite having been beaten up terribly, she could still ignore the pain, her hunger, and her fever, and keep herself sober. Even Wen Xinya could not believe it herself. She finally believed that humans had endless potential.

She looked at the pitch dark room, only to be consumed by darkness. She reckoned… that it was the darkness before dawn.

However, she was afraid that she might never live to see it!

Uncertainty was the most terrifying thing.

Only when one knows what the future holds, will there be no fear.

She was petrified.

The lights in the room were switched on and she was instantly blinded by the glaring rays of the old-fashioned light bulb.

Due to the fact that she was in the dark for too long, Wen Xinya’s pupils constricted and she felt a sudden ache in her eyes. Unable to adjust to the lighting, she closed her eyes.

However, she opened them again soon after and stared at the light, thinking to herself, How long more can I enjoy the light for?

One minute? Two minutes? Three? Four?

No. 3 paced back and forth in the room and asked in frustration, “Boss, has the Wen Family paid the ransom yet? How much longer do we have to wait?”

The man in gray took a look at the watch on his wrist to see that there were still three minutes to go. “No. 3, why are you getting so impatient? Sit down. The Wen Family is not stupid. They’ll only pay the ransom at the last minute. We just have to rest assured and wait.”

The man thought to himself, It’s just a few minutes. What’s the rush? We’ll definitely get the ransom, and by the time we do, we’d be able to flee. What else can the Wen Family get up to?

What can they do in three minutes?

The man in black leaned against the cold, hard wall and stared at the frustrated No. 3. “No. 3, stay calm. It’s just three minutes. What’s the rush? We’ll be free once we get the ransom.”

No. 3 grabbed his hair and glowered at Wen Xinya sinisterly. “Boss, there are only three minutes left. Why don’t we just get rid of this bitch?”

No. 3 then looked at Wen Xinya and stomped his foot down onto the ground.

Wen Xinya looked at No. 3 whose big and burly figure shielded her vision. He approached her and the darkness consumed the light around her.

The man in gray barked. “No. 3, come back here. Before we get the ransom, you’re not allowed to cause unnecessary trouble.”

There were only two minutes left until the deadline of the ransom. If the Wen Family were to get up to any tricks, all of their efforts would go in vain.

Feeling indignant, No. 3 said, “Boss, it’s only a matter of time before we get rid of this bitch. What’s the difference?”

The man in black pulled No. 3 away and said, “No. 3, we’ve already waited for so many hours. Two minutes won’t make a difference. Let’s listen to Boss and not stir any trouble.”

No. 3 glared at Wen Xinya and said, “Bitch, I’ll let you live for two more minutes.”

Wen Xinya began counting down in her head. Two minutes were fleeting.

The man in black suddenly said, “Boss, the ransom has been transferred. 50 million US dollars, not a single cent less. There’s still 1 minute and 53 seconds to go.”

They finally beamed with joy.

Wen Xinya’s body turned weak and she shuddered. Weren’t there still two more minutes to go? Why did they transfer the money so soon?

The man in gray glanced at Wen Xinya and said to No. 3, “Do it!”

Holding the shiny knife in hand, No. 3 walked towards Wen Xinya and taunted. “Hehe, bitch, your time is up.”

Wen Xinya watched as No. 3 walked towards her in a menacing and terrifying manner, making her feel extremely inhibited.

The glistening knife blinded her.

Wen Xinya exclaimed in Russian, “Lucifer, Rex!”

The three abductors were white Russians and Wen Xinya was certain that Lucifer would pose a threat to them. But of course, that did not mean that she was so ignorant as to think that she could save her own life by mentioning Rex. She merely wanted to stall for some time!

No. 3 stopped in his tracks.

The man in gray stood up abruptly and walked towards Wen Xinya. “How did you know about Lucifer?”

Everyone in Russia knew what Lucifer meant. Lucifer held power spanning across Russia and China and was feared by everyone.

Wen Xinya chuckled and said, “Do you still remember that custom-made mobile phone? It was invented by Savelli before they became listed. It has satellite positioning and radar functions, as well as several other high-tech systems embedded within it. Who do you think can obtain such special phones?”

The three abductors were greatly taken aback and were suddenly overwhelmed with an ominous feeling. “Are you lying to me?”

Wen Xinya gibed. “That mobile phone was a gift from Rex, and I… am his woman! Rex has never been a Casanova, and I’m his only woman. What do you think that means?”

No. 3 barked. “Do you really think we’d believe that you’re Rex’s woman just because you said so? Who do you think you are?”

The man in gray had heard that Rex was indeed close to a Chinese woman for whom he had stood up to Anatoli Ivanov. Hence, he had subtly started to believe her words. After all… the fact that she knew about Rex from Lucifer said a lot.

Wen Xinya smiled and gibed. “Do you know Anatoli from the Ivanov Family? He was beaten up by Rex previously because he insulted me.”

No. 3 was at a loss for words, feeling shocked and exasperated.

Wen Xinya sneered. “If you kill me, Lucifer will definitely take revenge on you. Do you guys think that you can flee after getting the ransom? Dream on!”

The man in gray had already deduced that Wen Xinya was telling the truth, for she had remained extremely calm right from the start. It was as if she was confident about something. “Do you really think that you can save yourself by saying that? You should know that telling us that will only make you die faster.”

Wen Xinya chuckled and said, “Honestly speaking, I don’t plan to survive. I just wanted you guys to know that you won’t live even if I die. I’ll be waiting for you in Hell and watch you guys get banished to the eighteenth level.”

Her words made the man in gray fly into a rage. “No. 3, do it!”

After a moment of hesitation, No. 3 tugged at Wen Xinya’s hair and tried to slit her throat.