Chương 289: Fourth World: Held Hostage

Wen Qinxi didn't expect Qie Ranzhe to do him dirty like this. The sweet mocha frappuccino was undoubtedly spiked with sedatives. He didn't know how long he was asleep for but when he woke up he was no longer in the private jet. His body felt heavy with a throbbing headache that hurt, even more, each time he tried to raise his head.

He managed to open his slothful eyes with great difficulty. The bright light from the curtains made his eyes hurt so he quickly closed them with his arm covering his face.

After much effort, he finally managed to fully open his eyes to check out the room he was currently in. The room design was far from what he was used to. Everything about the room screamed old Victorian home especially the interior design and furniture. He couldn't make out where he was exactly, not that it mattered.