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"Don't hurt them!" The silver-masked man warned, his voice heavy with fear that the lead would be lost. "These are the people our master wants. If you don't want to end up dead and buried, just hand them over."


Da Hei let out a cold snort. "Even if it were the Jade Emperor, in front of our boss, he'd have to step aside obediently. Who do you think your husband is? If our boss feels like it, he can spare your husband’s life, but if he doesn't, all that awaits you and him is a fate worse than death.”


The masked man didn't expect to find such arrogance in France. Holding back his anger, he asked, "May I ask who is the leader of your group?"


"It's your dad." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!


Daihei struck again, and as he did, he instructed those behind him, "Take them away. These brats, Grandpa can handle them all by myself."


The Silver Masked Man didn't expect him to be so arrogant. Seeing the man in black being taken away, the Silver Masked Man was furious, "You're asking for death!"


What's going on???...


"Miss Ou Yan, it's getting late. You should rest early."


"Thank you for sending me back."


As soon as Ou Yan got out of the car, the security guard at the gate immediately opened the door to greet her, "Miss Ou Yan."

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate! ?
"Haven't you rested yet?"


"I'm on duty tonight."


"Well done."


Inside the mountain lodge.




When several maids saw Ou Yan return, they rushed forward. “Miss Ou Yan, the meal is ready. Please follow us,” they said.


<>???. European couldn't have imagined that it was so late, and these servants were still waiting for her. She didn't expect that her uncle had made so many dishes, a dazzling array of food laid out on the table.




"I'm not sure what Miss Ou Yan's taste is like. If there's anything that needs improvement, Miss Ou Yan, please feel free to let me know." The man in the chef's uniform smiled kindly. "My name is Hou, you can call me Chef Hou."




"My surname is Li, Miss Ou Yan can call me Chef Li." Chef Li was a bit chubby and had an honest and sincere smile.


Ou-yan's eyes softened. "You all made these dinners?"


"Yes."


"Please, Ms. Ou Yan, have a taste."


"You've worked hard." 欧颜 glanced at the clock. It was half past twelve. "You guys should go to rest first."


"We are not tired."


Two chefs stood attentively nearby, eager to await Ouyan's tasting and comments.


>Ou Yan picked up a piece of fish, just about to bring it to her lips, when she suddenly stopped.


Two chefs were a little nervous.




"Is this not to Miss Ou's liking?"


"I can do it again."


<>Eu Yan's eyes softened. "It smells really good. I just suddenly thought of my mother. This fish has a taste of home."




Two chefs breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Miss Ouyan didn't like to eat...




He ate the meat, picked up some vegetables, drank the soup......and finished another bowl of rice.




"Everything's fine, there's nothing that needs to be improved." Ou Yan wiped her lips with a napkin and then picked up her bag. "Then I'll leave you all to clean up here."


"Don't worry, Miss Ou Yan, get some rest and wash up early."


"Well, good night."


Good night.


As she climbed the stairs, Ouyan suddenly grabbed the handrail and steadied herself for a moment before continuing upwards.


1:30 AM.




The lights in the European-style bedroom went out.

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