President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 950 Digging the Grave

Mr. Quill nodded, gestured for him to sit down, and then asked, "How are you going to save her? Can

you tell me?"

They looked at each other, and then they started to elaborate their plan.

And at this moment, in another place.

A young girl was sitting on the bed in a dim and dilapidated small room.

Her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth. Her face was pale, and

she looked pitiful.

Clear footsteps pounded closer from outside.

Soon, the door was opened, and a young man with a grim look came in from the outside. He took off

his coat and threw it aside and walked over.

The girl flinched under the pressure that he released.

The man stood by the bed, looking down at her, and after a while, he bent down and stared at her eyes

with his sharp gaze.

"Fiona, tell me, where did the old man hide that stuff?"

His voice was as cold as a viper.

Fiona whimpered while shaking her head and couldn't say a clear word.

The man got impatient, reached out his hand and pulled the cloth off her mouth, and then asked coldly,

"Say it! Where is it?"

Fiona was so scared that she almost cried. "I don't know."

"You don't know? You stay with him every day. You take care of him and help him run his business.

How come you don’t know where he hid it? Are you kidding me?"

He snapped, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her off the bed.

Fiona screamed in pain, trying to wrench herself free, but couldn't resist his strength, and soon she was

dragged to the doorway.

"Please let me go. I don't know where it’s hidden. I beg you. Let me go!"

However, the man obviously wouldn't listen to her begging.

He dragged her out of the house to a well in the yard, and said angrily, "Say it! Believe it or not, I'll

throw you down there!"

Fiona was forced to lie beside the well, looking at the deep well, frightened to death.

The man clutched her neck and pressed her head into the well.

"Where the hell is it?"

She started crying, and finally gave in.

"I’ll tell you."

The man grabbed her hair and forced her face up, "Where?"

Fiona burst into tears. "In my great-grandmother's graveyard."

The man grew grim. "Take me there!"

The night was dark and windy, and the two of them headed to the graveyard.

The graveyard was very close to Mr. Quill’s villa. Even though he untied the ropes binding her feet, he

still kept her hands tied. And a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth again in case she would call for

help.

There were not many people living in the village. It was well past midnight, and everyone should have

fallen asleep. It was so quiet except for the sound of some insects.

Gary followed Fiona and arrived at the graveyard, and asked, "Which one is her grave?"

Fiona looked around, then pointed to the one in the middle.

Gary walked over with a grim expression and took a closer look at the words on the tombstone to make

sure.

He pulled Fiona over and asked angrily, "Where exactly is it buried?"

Fiona cried and shook her head.

He frowned, glanced around, and then pulled the cloth out of her mouth.

"Don't yell. If you do, I'll kill you immediately!"

Fiona was too scared to call for help. Although it was not far from the villa, it was so late that Mr. Quill

might not be able to hear anything.

Besides, even if he heard her, when he rushed over from the villa, she was afraid that she would be

already dead.

Therefore, she just nodded with tears in her eyes. After the cloth in her mouth was pulled off, Gary

said, "Say it! Where is it buried?"

Fiona looked around for a while, and said with fear, "I can't remember."

"What do you mean you can’t remember?"

When Gary Lee was about to get angry, Fiona trembled and quickly explained, "I really can't remember.

That night, when my great grandfather came out secretly, I followed him quietly.

He was heading to the graveyard, and I was curious, so I followed him all the way here. But I was

afraid that he would see me, so I kept a distance from him. I saw him burying something here, but I

didn’t see the exact place."

What she said sounded reasonable, so Gary had to believe her.

His ice-cold glare shot her, and he said in a cold voice, "If you had lied to me, I would peel your skin

off."

Fiona trembled slightly but did not dare to speak anything.

Gary dragged her to a big tree nearby, tied her to the tree with ropes, stuffed the cloth back into her

mouth, then threatened her, "Remember, don't try to escape. If you dare to play games with me, I will

kill you immediately."

Fiona nodded.

Then Gary released his grip, turned to the grave, and started digging.

Mr. Quill always believed that boys should learn martial arts, but girls should never learn it. Because it

would make girls less feminine, and one man would want to marry a fighter.

These old concepts were irreconcilable with the new era. But it was hard to let an old man change his

thoughts.

Therefore, for so many years, Fiona had only learned things from school but never learned any martial RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

arts.

At this moment, she felt extremely regretful that she had never learned it.

It would be better if she knew martial arts.

Then she could fight and escape, and she wouldn’t be trampled upon at will like this.

As she was thinking, she glanced up at Gary, who was only a short distance away.

He crouched on the ground and worked hard on digging.

Because he didn’t know the exact spot, he had to dig out the entire grave bit by bit.

This was not easy work, but he brought a shovel with him. So, although it was difficult to dig, the

progress was not slow.

Soon, the entire bun of the grave was leveled by him.

Although it was a cold autumn night, his face was drenched with sweat. Watching him digging, Fiona

closed his eyes and prayed that her great-grandmother wouldn’t blame her.

It was all her fault, but she had no choice but to bring him here, otherwise, she would be dead.

After praying, she opened her eyes and saw that he was still there digging.

He had dug out the entire grave, but he couldn’t find anything.

Except for mud, he couldn’t even find a piece of cloth, not to mention the Celestial Book.

Soon, he saw the coffin.