You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Chen Yuan pulled the petite girl into his arms tightly.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

Looking out the window at the dazzling night view of the Eiffel Tower, his voice was low and husky.

No matter how noisy the outside world is, my passion will only burn for you in this lifetime.

The low murmurs were dispersed by the night breeze blowing from the banks of the Seine.

The air flows gently through the half-open French windows into the presidential suite.

Chen Yuan's broad, warm chest pressed against Shen Wanzhou's skin through the thin silk nightgown.

The room still retained the domineering yet rich sweet and sour aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs.

He personally cooked it in the kitchen, watching the heat second by second.

Shen Wanzhou buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Her fair, delicate fingertips tugged at the hem of his shirt.

She wanted to respond to this promise, which was more passionate than any love confession.

She wanted to tell him how much she craved this exclusive favor.

however.

The words hadn't even slipped out of his throat yet.

A sharp spasm suddenly came from my stomach.

It was like a rusty iron hand that probed into her internal organs without warning.

He gripped her delicate stomach wall tightly and squeezed it hard.

Shen Wanzhou's body suddenly stiffened.

The fingers that were gripping the shirt fabric tightened instantly.

The knuckles turned a pale white from excessive force.

An indescribable sour feeling, like a flood of bitter water, suddenly rushed from the bottom of my stomach straight to my throat.

That sweet and sour aroma that had originally made her mouth water.

At this moment, it enters the nasal cavity and becomes a catalyst that is so sweet it's outrageous.

It was frantically scraping against her esophagus.

It made my throat feel tight.

She didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at this moment.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the overwhelming feeling of nausea.

They even held their breath.

But her body's instinctive reaction brutally tore apart her carefully maintained rationality.

"Well……"

A muffled groan of pain escaped from between her tightly closed lips.

The urge of stomach acid caused her to instantly shed a layer of physiological tears.

Shen Wanzhou abruptly released her grip.

He pushed open the solid chest in front of him with force.

The movements were extremely hurried.

She didn't even have time to put on the rabbit slippers that were placed by the bed.

Bare, white feet stepped directly onto the Persian carpet.

Stumbling and staggering, I rushed to the bathroom in the presidential suite.

The warmth and softness in his arms vanished in an instant.

Chen Yuan's arms remained in the embracing position, frozen in mid-air.

Those deep black eyes that seem to strategize and detach themselves from life and death in the dark web.

In that instant, it completely lost focus.

From the direction of the restroom came a series of heart-wrenching retching sounds.

"Ugh—cough cough cough!"

The sound echoed through the spacious, luxurious suite.

It was like a blunt knife with barbs, stabbing straight into Chen Yuan's heart and twisting it violently back and forth.

That man who could remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him or Wall Street shorted him for billions.

A loud "buzz" went off in my head.

My usually steady heartbeat skipped a beat.

The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked away instantly.

The dazzling lights of the Eiffel Tower faded into a meaningless black and white negative in his eyes.

A murderous aura so intense it seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

It burst forth without reservation from his upright frame.

The temperature inside the suite plummeted below freezing.

Poisoned?

It was the remnants of the European tycoons whose strongholds he had taken down who, in desperation, bribed the hotel's insider.

Or were those old money families, whom he had trampled underfoot at the banquet, using some underhanded methods?

Countless bloody conspiracy theories were frantically reconstructed in Chen Yuan's mind.

impossible.

All the ingredients for tonight were personally taken out of the cold chain box of Xingchen Venture Capital by him.

The water was transported by air, and the knife was the "Dragon Scale" that he always carried with him.

Even the cooking process was under his absolute surveillance.

No outsiders intervened during the process.

Since it wasn't an external force...

Chen Yuan's breathing suddenly stopped.

Anorexia.

Those three words were like a thunderbolt, shattering all his composure and self-control.

Just thinking about that pale, emaciated girl who was kept alive by intravenous nutrition...

His blood was as cold as if it were frozen.

Chen Yuan took a long stride, creating a sharp gust of wind.

He rushed into the restroom in a few steps.

A luxurious marble washbasin.

Shen Wanzhou's slender body was curled up like a shrimp out of water.

He clung tightly to the edge of the gold-plated faucet with both hands.

The fingernails scraped against the metal, making a sharp, grating sound.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

She couldn't vomit anything; she could only painfully dry heave bile.

Her cheeks, which had been nourished to a rosy hue, were now deathly pale, like a sheet of translucent paper.

A layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

The stray hairs at her temples were stuck to the side of her face, making her look weak and pitiful.

Due to a violent physiological reaction, the corners of his eyes turned a glaring scarlet.

Large tears fell into the sink.

Tiny splashes of water.

Chen Yuan took a step over it.

Those massive hands that could crush the neck bones of an international mercenary with their bare hands.

At this moment, it was trembling uncontrollably.

He carefully gathered her loose long hair and secured it behind her head.

With his other hand, he placed it on her thin back.

Following the texture of the bones, I gently patted and stroked them, one stroke at a time.

"Wanzhou".

Chen Yuan's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, with a slight tremor that even he himself didn't notice.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me."

Shen Wanzhou didn't even have the strength to shake her head.

The churning in her stomach drained all her strength.

My legs felt weak and I couldn't muster any strength.

She could only follow the man's lead and lean against Chen Yuan's warm arm.

He was panting heavily.

Tears clung to her eyelashes, fluttering.

Looking at the cold, stern face before me, tense with anxiety.

"I feel terrible... my stomach is... churning..."

She uttered a few words haltingly, her brows furrowed into an unsolvable knot.

Her small hand weakly gripped the cuff of his shirt.

Chen Yuan could only feel his heart beating in his chest.

It was gripped tightly in someone's hand, and even the blood seemed to flow backward.

He couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest injustice.

Even the slightest frown made him feel like he had caused the sky to fall.

Moreover, it looks like it could shatter at any moment now.

He pulled over the pure white washcloth next to him.

Turn on the warm water tap, wet the water, and wring it out.

The movements were extremely gentle, wiping away the sour taste from the corners of her lips and the cold sweat from her forehead little by little.

"It's okay, I'm here."

He coaxed her softly.

With a slight exertion of his arms, he pressed that soft, delicate body tightly into his embrace.

His chin was pressed tightly against the top of her head.

Feeling her faint body temperature, the panic in my heart subsided slightly.

The soothing gestures were as gentle as water.

But in Chen Yuan's unfathomable black eyes...

A black storm, powerful enough to destroy the whole of Europe, had already begun to rise.

No matter who it is.

As long as it is found that there is even a trace of human intervention behind this.

He assured me.

Before sunrise tomorrow, the entire Parisian financial district will be reduced to a desolate ruin.

Not even a single living fly will be left.

He freed his right hand, which had distinct knuckles.

He reached into his trouser pocket.

He pulled out that specially made black phone that could mobilize trillions of dollars in global capital and connect to the core hub of the dark web.

The fingertips pressed against the cold metal body with such force that they almost crushed the outer shell.

The screen glowed with a cold light.

It struck his cold, ruthless profile.

He did not call the local emergency number.

In his eyes, those so-called top European medical teams were nothing more than a group of quack doctors who disregarded human life.

He is not worthy to touch a single hair on his wife's head.

He pressed down hard with his thumb on the encrypted red dial button.

Satellite signals that travel halfway around the world pierce the night sky in a fraction of a second.

The security hub leads directly to Genting Manor.

The beep only lasted half a beat.

The eagle's alert voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

Chen Yuan lowered his eyelids.

Looking at the girl in his arms who was still trembling slightly.

The murderous intent in Chen Yuan's eyes transformed into utter panic. He roared at the other end of the satellite phone, "Tell Su Qingqing to bring the world's most advanced medical equipment and get her to the video call center within half an hour!"