"Eva, I'm sorry to bother you."

Little Rockefeller was a little dizzy from the light above his head.

As he struggled, he turned his head sideways and apologized to Eva, who was tied back-to-back.

"Can you please stop moving?" Eva said.

She and little Rockefeller were tied together.

The more the eldest young master's side struggled, the more uncomfortable her side became.

"Well, we're going to die here." Little Rockefeller stopped wriggling like maggots, "These people don't even want money, I'm afraid they just want my life!" ”

"But they want my life, but you must be spared, or I will curse them with the most vicious curse even if I go to hell." He said in pieces.

Eva couldn't laugh or cry.

The eldest young master is a good person.

But growing up with a golden key, he really hasn't seen those vicious bandits in the west.

How could these people let go of a living mouth, or a woman.

If these people still don't like the waster of food, then their fate will be even more miserable.

Eva took a deep breath and was mentally prepared.

"Do you really not care about my past?" She tilted her head.

"Don't care!" Little Rockefeller was categorical.

"Are you two finished?"

The masked man returned from outside the door.

He walked up to Eva and looked the woman up and down in front of her, her eyes grunting through the two holes in the mask.

"Why don't you take advantage of the heat to cool off your brothers." Wearing a mask, Holiday moved his neck.

"Let her go! You brute! Little Rockefeller roared in anger. You'd be a man! Come at me! ”

Holiday slowly moved in front of the eldest young master and glanced him up and down.

"Smack!"

The eldest young master's face had another palm print.

Holiday coldly slapped him in the face.

"I'm not interested in your ass!" The IRS director yelled.

At this moment, several gunshots suddenly rang out outside the room.

Subsequently, the gunfire became more and more intense.

"What the hell?" Holiday pulled a revolver out of his clothes and walked to the door to the room.

He turned his head and turned to the two men who were being tied:

"Dog man and woman, come back and clean you up."

Then, a dodge flashed out of the door of the room.

"Will someone come to our rescue?"

Little Rockefeller listened to the gunfire getting closer and closer outside.

His clothes were now soaked with sweat.

It's the same with Eva.

The two men gasped and were stunned.

"I really can't imagine who will come to our rescue at this time." Eva's chest rose and fell.

"Boom!"

The door was kicked open, and a group of people rushed in with pistols.

At the head is a man with a beautiful mustache.

He glanced left and right, then walked over to the two men tied to the pillar.

Out of nowhere, the mustache conjured up a dagger and slashed a few times.

Little Rockefeller only felt that the shadow of the knife flashed in front of him.

Then the rope that had been tied around him and Eva fell to the ground.

He was about to speak, when the moustache finger pointed at him:

"Don't talk now, listen to me."

Little Rockefeller looked at the dagger in the mustache's hand and shut his mouth.

"I came to save you on Mr. Chen's orders." "You two are being targeted by both black and white in New York. ”

"The police are looking for you because someone saw your car at the scene; The people of Harriman are also looking for you, the same people who have just tied you up. ”

"Mr. Chan can send you to Lincolnshire, where you are safe."

"If you want, then we will leave now, if you are not, then we will leave now, and you are free to run for your life."

Hanif subconsciously touched his upturned beard.

"Now that I'm done, do you have anything else to say?"

Little Rockefeller thought for a moment: "Otherwise, I'd better go back to my father, he maybe"

He was only halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by Eva:

"We went to Roswell. I would like to live there with Mr. Rockefeller. ”

She took Rockefeller Jr.'s hand.

"Please, take us out of New York now."

Eva is far more knowledgeable than little Rockefeller, who was born with a golden key.

Does she have a choice?

She has dealt with Chen Jianqiu and knows what kind of person he is.

At the same time, Eva also saw a trace of imperceptible coldness in Hanif's eyes when little Rockefeller spoke.

She had no doubt that if she really did what the eldest young master said, she would not have to have two more corpses tied to stones at the bottom of the Hudson River tomorrow.

Hanif looked at Rockefeller Jr.:

"What do you mean?"

"Honey, I'll go wherever you go."

Little Rockefeller completely ignored Hanif, and did not care about the appearance of his own danger, but stared at Eva affectionately.

Hanif almost didn't throw up.

It is always said that women are easy to fall in love, why is this young master from a wealthy family also in this state.

"Mr. Rockefeller, when you go to the West, you don't have much to do with the Rockefeller family, you have to be incognito and be an ordinary person." Hanif "kindly reminded".

"I don't care, as long as I can be with my beloved, I can live anywhere." Little Rockefeller was still staring at Eva and didn't look at Hanif.

"I'm tired of the so-called 'family life' for a long time, and I'm not the material for an heir, so wouldn't it be good for me to live quietly like an ordinary person?" He said.

"OK, it's such a happy decision!" Hanif clapped his hands.

The pair got into a car that Hanif had prepared for them and left New York City overnight.

They boarded a train from Main and were escorted all the way to Lincolnshire, escorted by people from the Secret Service.

There, Chen Jianqiu prepared a farm and a country house for them.

Looking at the 10,000 crops on the farm and the lush vegetation of the surrounding hills, Eva's heart was at peace for the first time.

Also calmed down, there is little Rockefeller.

He's safe now.

Without the pressure from his stern father; There is no confusion and troubles in the emptiness of life, and the people you love are by your side.

What could be happier than that?

And in New York, Eva's disappearance didn't cause much of a stir.

The hapless driver was locked up for months, and there was not enough evidence to prove that he was necessarily connected to Harriman's death.

The detective in charge of the case was apprehensive and informed the New York Police Commissioner Mr. Wyatt of the outcome.

Who knew that the director didn't care at all.

"Maybe I met a drunk driver who drank too much by the river." The director said disapprehantly.

The Inspector breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's a traffic accident, it's not surprising in New York, after all, the city doesn't even have traffic lights.

Citizens are accustomed to this.

Since the leaders have said so, then you don't have to take it too seriously.

As a result, Harriman's case was closed.

Northern Securities, which had lost Harriman, was soon defeated by the government's fierce offensive and faced dismemberment.

On the other hand, Mr. "Little Rockefeller" began to go against the norm, no longer indulging in sensuality, and began to appear frequently in New York's business districts.

On a sunny Sunday, he showed up at his father's door.

(End of chapter)