Chapter 281 Madam, she's in that room.

Hurricane Island.

Waves crashed against the rocks, and the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

As soon as Fu Beichen and Lu Qinglin stepped ashore, someone led them to register. The process looked comical, but it was orderly.

No matter how powerful or influential you are, once you arrive here, you must abide by the island's rules.

The two each chose an exquisite animal mask to wear and were led into the VIP room to wait for the draw.

The hall was dimly lit and filled with soft, decadent music.

Looking around, one sees a room full of men wearing all sorts of animal masks, each with a tall and imposing figure and an extraordinary aura.

This is the hunting ground for male hormones.

Apart from Nan Wan, there was no other woman in sight.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view.

The man wore a silver wolf mask, leaned against the bar, and swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his posture both languid and dangerous.

It's Huo Shenyuan.

The two exchanged a glance and strode over.

Lu Qinglin got straight to the point, his voice deep and resonant.

Where did you get this invitation?

Huo Shenyuan's eyes remained calm and unwavering even through the mask.

He said slowly, "Miss Nan likes to stay at my Vanstar Hotel, so I gave her a presidential suite for long-term stays."

"She released you right away and even gave me an invitation to come to the island for some fun."

"Hold."

Lu Qinglin cursed under his breath, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that they cracked.

It turns out that in that woman's eyes, his life was worth less than a shabby private room.

This woman is inherently wicked.

Huo Shenyuan smiled.

"You absolutely mustn't let her recognize you, or she'll cut your hair again."

"After all, the enmity of breaking off an engagement is irreconcilable."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, as if he were watching a good show.

"It was you who made a perfectly healthy young woman become the Nan family's Black Widow when she had nowhere else to turn."

“That’s her good fortune,” Lu Qinglin’s voice was forced out through clenched teeth. “She’s doing quite well now. If I hadn’t let go, would she be where she is today?”

Huo Shenyuan put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a frighteningly serious tone.

"That wasn't her luck."

"Can you imagine a twenty-two-year-old girl, holding Nanfeng's royal ring, storming into the Nan family ancestral hall alone to seize power?"

"At that time, she and Nan Feng were not married at all. She had no status, no background, and no power."

"But she only took a year."

"He used his fists and wisdom to conquer the six great generals of the Southern Gang and secure his position as the leader."

Fu Beichen's eyes flickered.

Such a woman is truly admirable.

Lu Qinglin gritted his teeth and uttered a venomous remark.

"Who knows if it's skill or physical strength that's the key?"

"Who doesn't know that Nan Wan is the poisonous peony of Qingcheng, with countless men at her feet?"

Therefore, she has extensive connections, influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and is extremely powerful.

Huo Shenyuan raised his hand and patted his chest with a moderate force.

He gave him a look, too lazy to waste any more words with him.

Fu Beichen lowered his voice, "I suspect that the owner of this place is connected to Fire Island. Their ships have transported many people here."

Huo Shenyuan said, "The only person who knows the identity of the island owner right now is Miss Nan."

"As soon as she landed, she was taken away by the island owner's men."

"Now, we should have dinner in the VIP room, or... do something else elegant."

"She really is a slut." Lu Qinglin's eyebrows twitched, and his stomach churned.

Fu Beichen looked at him and said, "Go and investigate, see if you can see the man's true colors."

"Why me?" Lu Qinglin gritted his teeth. "I don't want to see her."

Huo Shenyuan smiled again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Such a good opportunity, if you don't go and watch the battle, how can you prove that your decision to elope was the right one?"

Provoked by this, Lu Qinglin actually started to consider it.

He just wanted to see for himself just how promiscuous that woman could be.

He avoided the cameras and walked towards the small garden.

At that moment, a man in a sharp suit walked over with a maid.

The maid was carrying a delicate little box.

"Gentlemen, good morning/afternoon/evening. We are now in the lottery process."

"Due to the large number of people tonight, we will select maids according to the order of the draw, and they will be arranged tonight or tomorrow night."

Fu Beichen and Huo Shenyuan nodded, reached into the box, and each took out a number tag.

Numbers 85 and 91.

The man glanced at it and bowed respectfully.

"The two distinguished guests are scheduled for tomorrow evening. Please take your number tags and enter our concierge room promptly at 8:00 p.m. tomorrow night."

"Okay," the two replied.

The man nodded, then turned and left.

There are probably more than a hundred people coming to the island tonight, and they are all wealthy and powerful.

They all came under the guise of choosing a maid for their household.

But everyone knows what's going on behind the scenes.

Those women who were chosen, once taken away, could never return.

Just then, Fu Beichen's phone vibrated slightly in his pocket.

He took it out without making a sound, and a message appeared on the screen.

"Sir, there's a heavily guarded room in the small building behind the manor. I suspect Madam is inside."

Fu Beichen's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes sharpened instantly.

He barely hesitated; in a flash, he disappeared into the shadows of the hall.

In the corner, a hidden camera silently rotated, pointing in the direction he had left.

On the other end of the surveillance camera, a man wearing a gold mask was sitting in a European-style chair, watching Fu Beichen's every move on a microcomputer in his hand.

In fact, they had been watched from the moment they arrived on the island.

The man's eyes were deep and cold.

He knew that the bait he had thrown out earlier had been exposed.

That idiot Bingying only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun all day long; she's definitely not up to any important task.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

He refused to believe that Fu Beichen was a god with discerning eyes.

Nan Wan swirled the red wine in her glass, the scarlet liquid clinging to the glass and leaving streaks.

She looked up, her gaze passing through the flickering candlelight and landing on the man opposite her.

"Mr. Moss, you'd better put some effort into finding the person I'm looking for."

"Otherwise, I will have to sever my cooperative relationship with the Posi family."

Her voice was chillingly cold, each word striking the heart like a hammer blow.

Upon hearing this, the man wearing the gold mask put down his microcomputer and let out a low laugh.

The mask gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the light.

"Miss Nan, don't worry."

"There's been progress on your aunt's matter. I will personally escort her back to the Nan family within three days."

Nan Wan also smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I hope Mr. Moss will keep his word."

The man stood up, walked around the table, and his tall figure exuded a sense of oppression.

He walked to her side, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and spoke softly in her ear.

“Miss Nan, the promise I made before still stands.”

"If you agree, this island will be my betrothal gift to you."

Nan Wan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised danger.

“I have a big appetite. I want not only this island, but also everything from the Percy family.”

The man lowered his head, his breath brushing against her ear.

He reached out, his rough fingertips pinching her delicate chin, forcing her to lift it even higher.

"Then let me try and see if you can handle this enormous wealth and make the entire Posi family work for you."

A gentle kiss landed on the corner of her lips.

The next second, Nan Wan felt her body lighten as he picked her up and carried her into the inner room.

In an instant, all the bodyguards in the restaurant quietly withdrew, and the heavy doors were closed, isolating everything.

"Slut."

In a secluded corner, Lu Qinglin spat out two words through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with malice.

He was preparing to leave this disgusting place.

Suddenly, the door to the inner room opened.

Nan Wan came out from inside. Her dress was wrinkled, her hair was messy, and she held a knife in her fair hand, which was stained with glaring blood.

She leaned against the door frame, shook her head, and walked unsteadily, barely able to stand.

Lu Qinglin narrowed his eyes, noticing that something was wrong with her.

Judging from her posture, did she kill the man inside? That's intense!

Without further hesitation, he jumped off the second-floor railing, landing steadily without making a sound.

He strode towards her with his long legs.

A tall silhouette appeared in Nan Wan's blurry vision, approaching her straight ahead.

She stiffened, raised the short knife in her hand, pointed the tip at the newcomer, and shouted.

"Stay away from me."

Lu Qinglin stopped in his tracks, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Judging from your appearance, you've been poisoned, haven't you?"

"Should I call someone to help you sort this out?"

His voice was both harsh and familiar.

Nan Wan's muddled mind cleared up for a moment because of this sound.

It is Lu Qinglin.

She abruptly threw down the knife, grabbed his tie, and slammed him against the wall with all her might.

"Hmm!"

Before he could react, a kiss with the smell of blood sealed his lips.

His strength is comparable to that of a man.

Lu Qinglin struggled for a moment before suddenly pushing her away.

He raised his hand to wipe his lips, his eyes practically overflowing with disgust.

"Nan Wan, you slut, you don't deserve to touch me."

Nan Wan looked at him with dazed eyes, the lustful fire burning within her almost driving her to madness.

She gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"Lu Qinglin, I'll show you whether I'm dirty or not."

She reached out again, grabbed his arm, and dragged him into another empty inner room next door.

She pushed him down onto the soft white carpet and pressed herself against him.

...

On the other side, as Fu Beichen walked out of the garden, a shadow team member dressed as a waiter flashed over.

"Sir, it's that one." The team member pointed to the room with the light on.

"How can you be so sure it's your wife?" Fu Beichen asked, his tone somewhat urgent.

“In the evening, the kitchen served Madam’s favorite orange ribs. I heard a maid call her Miss Gu.”

“That photo was taken secretly by the maid in the room.”

Fu Beichen's heart skipped a beat, and he headed straight for the back stairs...