Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 1004 Tit-For-Tat

Chapter 1004 Tit-for-tat

The wooden box is simple in shape, does not look like a large price to customize, hold in your hand

texture is very light, also does not look like a high pear wood or sandalwood. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

But at that moment, the sound coming from inside made every one feel frightened and even their scalp

tingled.

Clinton's face was as gloomy as water.

He even has a thousand clever, ten thousand calculations, but after all, the restrictions on the origin,

thinking stereotypes are still only good at playing with the hearts of that set, for the modern high-tech,

but not very good, or even just a slight understanding of some skin.

Or maybe he understands it all, but subconsciously ignores these things he is not familiar with.

Plus he has been living in seclusion for years, the outside world is not aware of his existence, let alone

will take these things to assassinate him.

That's why it's such a shock to be suddenly assassinated with something like this at this moment.

The sound inside continues.

"Since Mr. Clinton also has no intention of cooperating properly, how about we just spread the word?"

Clinton clenched his teeth.

He turned his head and passed York a look.

York immediately understood, went forward to pick up the box, after opening, began to examine

carefully.

Clinton is not familiar with this modern stuff, but York is.

Soon, a small pinhole-sized object was found at the switch of the box.

He took the thing off and studied it carefully in his hand.

As he was studying it, the opposite side suddenly gave a light laugh.

"Don't look, and I'm not afraid to tell you, this is a newly developed pinhole camera from my friend, the

diameter is as small as five millimeters, I can now not only hear your voices and talk to you, I can even

see your expressions."

When these words came out, the faces of all three people present changed.

Stephan is not angry, although he realizes he is being used.

York was a little annoyed and snapped, "Felix, you dare to play us? You don't want to get killed!"

Felix sneered, "As if to say that if I don't play you guys, you'll treat us well."

"You!"

York choked for a moment.

I never thought that at this point in time, he would still be so sharp-tongued.

After a short silence, Clinton fell calm.

As expected of an old demon who has lived for thousands of years, qualitative is not ordinary people

can compare.

He stared coldly at the black, almost negligibly small gadget and said in a cold voice, "What do you

want?"

"Give me the GOLD TREE and I will give you the real Celestial Book."

Clinton sneered, "So you already know the secret of gold tree, since so, then I'm not afraid to tell you,

this thing I have no way to give you, even if I give you, you can not raise, so die this heart before it is

too late."

Felix's voice sounded unhurried.

"Oh? In that case, then this Celestial Book, you don't want it either, it's okay for everyone to die

together."

Clinton easily calm down the anger, because of his words, abruptly rekindled.

"Felix! Aren't you afraid that the woman you love most will die because of this?"

"Fear." Felix replied without thinking, "So I promised you to find Celestial Book for you, so I am willing

to be subject to you, but all this is based on the fact that you really want to cooperate with me, and I

sacrifice so much to really let Qiao Qiao live, now, I already know that you do not intend to cooperate

with me, and do not want to save Qiao Qiao, since left and right I'm going to die, why don't I choose a

drier way to die? At least when the two of us go underground together, there is still Mr. Clinton for

company, and we won't be lonely."

Clinton's fists clenched and creaked.

How could he not understand that Felix was threatening him.

Not only was he threatened with the Celestial Book, but also with his life.

Felix's point is that if Queeny does end up not living, then he won't live alone.

And he doesn't even want to live, and naturally, along with it, Clinton's life will also take along.

Everyone stop playing and go underground together for good company.

Good, very good!

Good one Felix!

He hasn't faced such a strong opponent in a long time.

Thinking about this, Clinton's heart, suddenly a perverted feeling of pleasure was born.

Perhaps it is really a thousand years to live too lonely, he could not count the number of days, he

looked at the lonely piece of heaven and earth, thinking, perhaps death is also a kind of relief.

When you die, you don't have to think about anything.

And no more clinging, no more heart and soul, to have his Jane back.

But in the end, in the end, it is not willing to na.

He could never forget the last moment when Jane was lying in his arms and said those words.

She said, I want you to stay alive, to remember me, to miss me, and I want you to live in guilt for

eternity.

She hates him.

He hated him for destroying her country, killing her family and dying her world.

She was the most beautiful queen of that generation, but failed to keep her country and her people, not

by foreign enemies, but by the hands of her own high priest.

Thinking about it, Clinton closed his eyes.

He clenched his fist for half a second before opening it again, and when he opened his eyes again,

they were clear without a trace of emotion.

"Okay, I can give you GOLD TREE, but let's say up front that you have to help me find the remaining

five pieces as well."

Felix let out a soft laugh.

"Wait until you bring the stuff in."

When he finished, a muffled zipping sound came from inside the tiny pinhole camera, as if the other

side had cut off the call.

York slapped his palm on the table in anger.

"This Felix, this is outrageous! He dares to threaten sir, I'll send someone to finish him off!"

With that, he got up and was about to angrily walk out the door.

Only to be called out by Clinton.

"Stand still."

His face is expressionless, and at the moment he has completely calmed down, emitting an aura of

eerie coldness.

York's feet pause there, not daring to go further out, but the heart and reluctant, can only look at him

helplessly.

"Mr. ..."

"You don't have to worry about this matter."

Clinton faded out, then called out towards the outside, "Morgan."

The old man who led Stephan in just now, immediately pushed the door and walked in.

He walked up to Clinton and bowed slightly, "Sir."

Clinton instructed, "Go pick a gold tree from the frozen lake out back and bring it in a bag."

Morgan shuddered slightly.

Looking up, he looked at him incredulously.

gold tree, that's ...

But the look on Clinton's face gave him no courage to ask what he said next, and he could only answer

respectfully and go out.

Stephan actually had a lot of doubts in his mind.

But he dared not ask anything.