The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 371

Mr. Samael brought Julian to an ordinary-looking residence after they left the villa. When Mr. Samael opened the door, he stood there. "Go on inside. I'll wait out here."

Julian entered without hesitation while Mr. Samael closed the door from the outside.

Observing his surroundings on instinct as he entered, Julian could not help frowning. It was a normal residence. There was nothing special about it. More importantly, one glance was all it took to see that there was no one in this house.

Was Mr. Samael tricking him?

As the deep frown locked in place on Julian, a voice rang.

Turning abruptly, Julian saw a projection on the wall. I t was a person's silhouette with a blurry face, most probably already edited. Other than the general outline of the person, the figure, and the face, and everything else was unclear.

"Julian Shaw, hello," the so-called King said with a smile.

"Didn't you ask to see me? In the end, you dare not even show your true self?” Julian mocked.

The 'King' responded nonchalantly, "Caution and mystery are the very reasons I could stay hidden until now. You should feel incredibly honored that I'm willing to see you even when it's through this method."

Julian smirked, finding himself a chair and sitting down calmly.

There was tea on the table, so he poured himself a cup and began sipping it leisurely before saying, "I'm not interested in some despicable person who hides himself. If you have something to say, speak up so I can leave after you finish."

'King' took an interested glance at Julian and said directly, "You’re an accomplice in George and Oliver Wright's deaths. You won’t be able to stay in Canada anymore. Think about it, and consider joining us. With a nod, your future is guaranteed to be much brighter than it is now."

As if expecting this conversation, Julian replied faintly, "Will you believe me if I say I'd join?"

'King' smiled. "Why not? We'll just need a tiny bit of assurance of course, like submitting the shares of Lanyard and StarTech to the organization."

Julian narrowed his eyes. "And if I don’t agree?"

"Do you have a second choice? Not only is Susan in our hands, but I have all evidence of you conspiring to kill George and Oliver Wright. Don’t doubt the proof I have. It's enough to get you sentenced for treason. If you don’t agree, you won’t survive in Canada even if w e let you and Susan go."

"We can go to other countries,” Julian said.

"Then you'll still have to give up on Lanyard and StarTech. And you’ll have to live the life of a refugee from then on. What's more, you'll drag your wife and child into this. But if you join us, I’ll cover up George and Oliver Wright’s deaths for you. No one will know that it's related to you. You can still be the richest in Canada happily," the person persuaded patiently.

"Happily? I’m afraid I'm only a puppet by then," Julian scoffed.

"A puppet is still better than losing your life and burdening your family. Don't you think so?” 'King' chuckled softly.

Julian's gaze morphed as if he was struggling, and he spoke after some time, "Tell me first. Is the promise of letting me and Susan go in three days true?"

"Yes," the person answered without hesitation." Whatever decision you make three days later, I'll let all of you leave. But one’s a dead end and one's a brightly lit path. I believe you know what to choose.”

"Let us go first. I need to consider. I'll come to you after my contemplation,” Julian replied.

The 'King' did not seem happy with the answer but he smiled nonetheless. "As you wish. I believe that you'll make the right choice ultimately."

With the press of a button, the projection of 'King' vanished but Julian paused while looking at his last