"Who is the mastermind behind the kidnapping?" I had almost stepped on broken glass earlier, and Mr. Gao seemed quite afraid that I would get hurt. Such concern is hardly the way to treat a kidnapped person who is trying to escape—more like he didn't dare to offend me. It reminded me of when Tatsuya took my photo in that sultry pose; he didn't touch my skin at all, which seemed like he was careful not to violate me, contrasting sharply with the typical lewd image of gang members—curiously strange indeed.
"Xiao Xin, who is Mr. Gao?" Lin Zexiu asked me after freeing Lin Zefeng, "I didn't assign him to you. Is he one of the kidnappers?"
I was surprised, "Mr. Gao wasn't specifically assigned by you?!"
Lin Zexiu shook his head seriously, "I arranged for a dedicated driver and bodyguard for you, along with a very meticulous PR manager from our branch in Japan. I never asked for any Mr. Gao."