Love Contract

Chapter 94 I Don't Want To Let You Go

With the soft autumn breeze blowing that night, Mary stood by the window. She turned around and commented, "You know, you can jump from here and escape!"

"Do you really think that there aren't going to be any guards downstairs?"

"Oh... I see." Mary smiled awkwardly, "How's your injury? Why didn't anyone come by?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of the door opening followed by two maids coming in. How timely.

"Sir and madam, dinner is served. Enjoy your meal." The maids had trays in their hands. "We also brought ointment for your bruises."

"Can we go out now?" Mary asked, walking over to them.

"Well..." the maid stammered, "master only ordered us to bring these up. We have to leave right away."

With that, they hurriedly left as if they were afraid that they would get into trouble if they stayed longer.

"He won't let us out that easily." William sighed. "Then what should we do? Did you try calling Frank again?"

"No one answered."

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Mary curled her lips. She hastily said, "Let me apply the ointment on your bruise first. You just caught a cold. You'll get the strength to walk after you eat, right?"

William didn't say anything.

Mary went to the bathroom to get some warm water for William. She wrung a towel. "Let me wipe your face first."

William slightly lowered his head so that Mary could carefully wipe his face.

The corner of his mouth was bleeding while his forehead was swollen. He looked like an utter mess —a sight Mary had never seen before.

"You're getting more and more skilled at tending to wounds," William blurted out.

"Yes, thanks to you," Mary curtly said. Then she glared at him and added, "Do I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome." William grinned. Suddenly, he noticed Mary's red and swollen eyes. "You cried so hard just now."

"You are making fun of me." Mary threw the towel into the basin and rubbed her eyes. She had to admit that she had indeed cried too hard. Now her eyes were a little too swollen.

William picked up the towel, wrung it, and placed it over Mary's eyes before she could even react.

"We're teammates now." William smiled as he cupped her head with his one hand while he wiped her face with the other. "I'm sorry for getting you into this."

Mary stiffened as she let William take care of her, relishing this rare moment.

"What do you want to do next?" Mary asked as they ate after they were all cleaned up.

"I don't know." William shook his head. For the first time ever, he felt helpless.

In a villa in Tokyo, Japan.

A dozen bodyguards stood in front of Frank's father, Felipe, all holding their breath. They were in the brightly lit living room.

Felipe Liang was fuming as he hurled his tea cup across the room. Bang!

"Losers! A bunch of losers!" He used his crutch to thump on the marble floor. "I told you to watch him! Why were you so careless? Where is he now?"

"Don't worry. We'll find him!" "There's no point in getting angry," Frank's mother, Elise chimed in. "How can you expect me to be calm about this? Look at them! I'm furious!"

At this moment, another man rushed in and announced, "Master, bad news!" "Have you found that bastard?"

"Well..." The man hesitated for a moment and said, "We know where young master is."

"Where is he?"

"He... He was taken away by the members of the Shadow Organization."

"What?" Everyone was frozen in shock. Felipe Liang glowered.

The Shadow Organization was a hostile force that had risen in Japan since a dozen years ago. They were a ruthless organization. Why would they take Frank?

"Oh my God! We need to save Frank!" Elise shouted anxiously.

"How did you find out?" Felipe Liang was eerily calm.

"We got a hold of the surveillance video in the airport. It seemed that they were the ones who had taken the young master away." The bodyguard continued, "The Shadow Organization has been

targeting a spy recently. It seems that they might have caught young master by mistake." "Then hurry up! Go and save him!

Contact their members directly. Make it quick! We can't waste any time!" Felipe Liang urged, a trace of panic in his voice.

"Yes, sir!"

All the bodyguards rushed out. Felipe Liang was both angry and anxious. This was the worst possible time for something like this to happen.

The Shadow Organization's headquarters was located by the hillside of the Maple Mountain in Tokyo's suburbs. It was disguised a resort.

At this time, they had just welcomed a new guest in the secret room in the villa.

"Get in!" The scarred man roughly pushed Frank inside.

As soon as Frank stepped inside the cold and dark place, he couldn't shake off the feeling that the odd smell that lingered in the air was that of blood.

A man sat at the head of the long table. He had his back turned and he was playing with a gun in his hand.

"Young lord, he's here," the scarred man announced.

"Okay," the man answered as he slowly swiveled his chair around. Frank frowned. He could tell that this man was not one to be messed with —he seemed well-connected and powerful. When he turned around, Frank was shocked.

The man was good-looking.

He had fair skin, thin lips, a high nose and a pair of pretty eyes. The look on his face was cold as he eyed Frank. He seemed out of place in such a sketchy area. The gun in his hand didn't suit him either.

"Tell me, where are our people?" the man said as he stared at Frank.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Frank stared him down. "What is this place? Why did you take me here?"

"You really don't know?" The man sneered. He stood up and pointed his gun at Frank's head. "Do you know now?"

Frank frowned, not saying a word.

"Young lord, don't play with him." A slightly fat man said, "If he hadn't betrayed us, our people and goods wouldn't have been stolen. I think you should just shoot him. Only then will he tell us what he knows."

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After a pause, Frank slowly said, "I think you have the wrong person." "You brat! How dare you!" The fat man kicked Frank and pointed a gun at him. Frank lost his balance as he fell on his knees.

"Bastard!" Frank spat in Chinese.

"You speak Chinese?" the young lord asked.

"I'm Chinese. Why wouldn't I speak Chinese?" Frank continued to speak in Chinese. "Who are you exactly?"

"Aren't you the spy from Thailand?" the young lord spoke in Chinese as well.

"What spy?" Frank got on his feet. Angrily, he said, "I just went to the smoking room for a cigarette when I was suddenly taken away for interrogation. I think you have the wrong person. I literally just arrived in Japan today, okay?"

"Dixon," the young lord said to the scarred man, "what's going on?"

"Well..." Frowning, Dixon replied, "Well, he showed up at the time we appointed. Besides, no one asks for a phone at the airport. He even said that he didn't bring money with him. Isn't that strange?"

"What do you say?" The young lord turned to Frank.

Frank shrugged and said, "It's a little complicated. I..."

"Young lord, bad news!" Someone rushed in before Frank could finish what he was going to say.

"We just received news that the spy from Thailand has just returned."

The young lord frowned.

"Damn it!" Dixon cursed as he immediately got on his knees. "Young lord, it's my fault. I caught the wrong person. I'll take whatever punishment you give me."

"Beat him up. 100 times using a stick," the young lord ordered without hesitation.

As soon as the words left his mouth, someone dragged Dixon out.

'This place thrives on hierarchy and power. What kind of place is this anyway?' Frank was starting to get restless but he made sure that he didn't show it.

"Now... Are you going to let me go?" Frank asked.

"Even though we made a mistake," the young lord continued. "You still can't leave."

"What do you want?" Frank's face darkened.

"What do you think?"

"You're going to kill me?"

"You got that right. What bad luck you have. Make sure you don't get mistaken for the wrong person in your next life." With that, the young lord slowly raised his hand holding the gun.

Frank kept his composure but his mind was already brewing with a plan. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed the fat man's arm who was standing next to him. He squeezed it and loosened his hand successfully gaining control of his gun.

In one swift movement, Frank was already pointing a gun back at the young lord.

"Young lord!"

"Young lord!"

His men all exclaimed in concern. The young lord merely sneered. "You're fast."

"You too."

"Do you really think you're getting away like this?"

"I don't think I'll be able to escape," Frank said lightly. "But at the very least, I can drag down the young lord with me."

"What's your name?" the young lord suddenly asked.

"That's none of your business." Frank tensed up as he held the gun up to the young lord's face.

"Ha-ha!" the young lord chuckled. "Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out anyway."

Suddenly, one of his men rushed in and whispered in his ear, "Young lord, some people are outside the villa. They said that we accidentally caught their young master and asked us to let him go."

"Okay." The young lord nodded and said, "Tell them I'll be out soon."

"Yes, sir." The man left in a hurry.

"Young master..." The young lord repeated, smiling maliciously. "You are the young master of which family? Your people are pretty quick, huh?"

"Then let me go."

"Ha-ha! I don't want to let you go," the young lord said coldly.

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