Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 482 - 231. ’President Mu, Yu Qinglu has kidnapped your son.

...Nan Wan looked grave, striding towards the community entrance.

After dialing Mu Jinhuan’s number, what greeted her ear was not the familiar male voice but a mechanical female voice, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off, please..."

Nan Wan suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, he had called to inform her that there was a problem with the project in the North Suburb, the signal there was poor, and he couldn’t answer the phone.

So, she couldn’t contact him for the time being.

Third Brother and Shen Zhimei were both abroad, Huo Yihan had gone to Bali Island last night, Mu Jinqian was in An City picking up Lu Yao, even Sheng Boyan was on a business trip...

It was unprecedented emptiness.

Nan Wan tightened her fingers around the phone again and again, the veins on the back of her hand becoming very pronounced.

She pushed open the door of the security room, directly getting to the point, "Bring up the surveillance footage for the time between four and five o’clock."

There was only this one entrance in the community, unless the other party flew in by helicopter, she was bound to find them in the surveillance.

The security guard was so startled by the sound of the kicked door that he bounced up from his chair. Seeing it was Nan Wan, he was truly surprised; after all, Mrs. Mu was famously gentle in the villa area.

Somewhat embarrassed, he spoke, "Mrs. Mu, well... our property has regulations, we can’t just casually access surveillance footage."

"Is that so," Nan Wan’s light eyebrows and eyes were very calm, but her voice lacked any warmth, "My son was kidnapped by traffickers a dozen minutes ago, so can you bear this responsibility?"

W-What!

The security guard was shocked, looking at Nan Wan’s icy demeanor, it indeed didn’t seem like she was joking.

Besides, who would joke about their own child’s safety?

The security guard’s mind quickly processed; according to Mrs. Mu, the young master of the Mu Family was kidnapped from within the community, so he would bear a large portion of responsibility being on duty today.

If something really happened, he couldn’t afford it even if it killed him!

Not hesitating any longer, he hurriedly opened the system interface for the surveillance on the computer, his fingers quickly tapping on the keyboard, and in less than a minute, he brought up the footage.

Stepping back to make the chair in front of the computer available, "Mrs. Mu, do you need me to call the police for you?"

Silently, he gave her a thumbs-up in admiration: truly not an ordinary woman, even with her own son kidnapped, she could remain so calm.

Nan Wan’s gaze stayed fixed on the monitor screen, not answering the security guard’s question, but calmly asking, "If someone who isn’t a resident of this community enters or exits, do you register it?"

She seemed very composed, but the tightly clenched fingers betrayed her emotions.

Mrs. Mu didn’t speak, and the security guard didn’t dare to take action on his own, returning the phone he took out back into his pocket.

Then he consciously brought the record book to the computer desk, respectfully answering, "Strangers are registered, but there are many celebrities living here, and they often bring friends, so if they’re familiar faces, we don’t register them again."

Nan Wan took it, flipped through two pages, then stopped looking.

That devious ’familiar face,’ how could they possibly register with a real name?

The surveillance video kept playing, and at five-forty, Nan Wan still hadn’t seen a trace of anyone.

The security guard standing behind her didn’t dare to blink, his eyes turning red from staring, still not daring to miss even a second and a half.

It’s been an hour since Jiu Jiu disappeared, and with each second passing, her son was in more danger.

The fear buried deep in her heart, the fear she wouldn’t touch, was beginning to gnaw at Nan Wan’s flesh and blood.

Her index and middle fingers alternated tapping on the table, the frequency increasing, her face expressionless as she stared at the computer screen, and just as she was about to lose patience, her phone rang.

The vibrating sound on the desktop was very piercing in the quiet security room.

The security guard instinctively looked over, and a string of numbers flashed on the lit phone screen, with no name saved.

So, was this the kidnapper calling to make demands?

Nan Wan looked at the constantly vibrating phone, and it took her several seconds to grab it, her fingers trembling so much that she had to try several times before successfully pressing the answer button.

Then, what echoed in her ear was a ghostly female voice, "Getting anxious, Mrs. Mu?"

Such a tone was not unfamiliar to Nan Wan.

The mouse that was initially in Mrs. Mu’s palm was now dangling by the data cable, swinging back and forth in the air, and the door was slammed shut with force.

The security guard stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do.

The sun had set; although the light was dim, half of the sky was still a shade of red.

The blood seeping from her knee had long since coagulated, and every step Nan Wan took tugged at the wound, yet she felt no pain at all.