"I have to admit that you are smart."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Huan and showed a smile on his face, "But, you are so smart and obviously have the Rothschild family identity, why do you want to do something stupid?"

"Silly thing? Haha..." Zhou Huan sneered, "Helping a girl is just a fool in your eyes?"

The middle-aged man looked directly at Zhou Huan and nodded solemnly, "Yes."

In middle-aged people, this incident is ridiculous.

Especially the scene where Miqier's desperate resistance was shocked by the scene where she wanted to protect Zhou Huan like a little female leopard protecting her cub.

They also couldn't understand how Zhou Huan did this in less than half an hour with the lady.

Of course, everyone, including middle-aged people, naturally understood that Zhou Huan, a young man who seemed to have kidnapped the lady, was actually just a poor person who suffered unrestrained disasters, and could even be said to be the victim of being implicated by the lady.

However, for some unspeakable reason, the middle-aged man did not intend to let Zhou Huan go like this, but instead wanted to put some pressure on Zhou Huan.

Unfortunately, Zhou Huan doesn't seem to feel this pressure now, and said calmly: "Mickey said there are bad people at home and want to give her to a stranger. That's why she escaped from home."

The middle-aged man found it a little ridiculous and mocked: "You are not young and have grown up. Why are you so childish that you believe the words of a girl who escapes home?"

Zhou Huan asked with a calm expression: "Why can't you believe her?"

"It turned out to be a young man with a sense of justice." The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.

Zhou Huan stared at the middle-aged man's face and said seriously: "Doesn't the more you feel like a sense of justice, the better? Even if it is flooded, isn't it a good thing?"

The middle-aged man was speechless and looked at Zhou Huan's sincere but extremely handsome face seriously, as if he wanted to argue something.

He is really curious now. When he looks at the boy, he is like looking at some precious animal...

...

...

D. The headquarters building of the Federal Constitutional Security Bureau, Office of the Director of the Special Operations Department.

The middle-aged man who returned to the office from the interrogation room sat on the sofa, took a beautiful sip after taking the coffee handed over by his secretary, and showed an endless look of satisfaction on his face.

Miss Miqier finally found it. She is safe and healthy now. She just... her temper seems to be a little bit big, but as that person's daughter, what is it that little temper?

Touching the bloody marks on his face, John smiled bitterly.

The pressure and torture were finally over, but when he remembered the boy in the interrogation room, he couldn't help but whisper: "He's really a naughty man, but the Rothschild family doesn't seem to be simple!"

When the director heard the boy mentioning the young man, the secretary on the side smiled gently and reminded John softly: "First of all, Director, you should know that Aslan #Rothschild has no criminal record. Even if he is an illegitimate child, his files are very clean, proving that his bloodline is indeed noble and has a great future. There is no need to do such a thing. Perhaps, this matter is indeed a misunderstanding."

John took a sip of coffee, leaned lazily on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Of course I know this is a misunderstanding. Although Miss Mickie is only seventeen years old and has not yet grown up, it does not mean that she is a child who knows nothing... If you didn't believe that the boy was such a stupid and righteous young man, would you think that person would let him live?"

"Then why should I keep him locked instead of letting him go?"

A trace of worry flashed in the secretary's eyes. After all, the identity of the boy was also a little scary. "Are you really going to send him to the police station for kidnapping?"

John glanced at him, "Because, I think this boy is a bit weird. An eighteen-year-old boy can knock down four professional bodyguards in an instant. Is this the ability that a rich child should have?"

The secretary's eyes flashed, "Director, everyone has their own secrets. As long as it does not threaten the security of Country D, it has nothing to do with our Federal Constitutional Security Bureau. Moreover, the Director just called and he did not want to cause some misunderstandings between the Federal Constitutional Security Bureau and the Rothschild family because of this incident."

"Well, since the old man said, we soldiers can only let it go. But... I still admire this young man very much."

John smiled and looked at the secretary, "If you were in his position and suddenly met a little girl asking for help from you, what would you do?"

The secretary thought seriously for a long time, "I will choose to call the police."

"But he didn't, he actually chose to believe the little girl's words." John emphasized, "Why is this? Why would he rather believe the little girl's words than call the police?"

"This means..." the secretary thought for a while, "he doesn't trust the police? Or, he doesn't believe in any adult words?"

"That's right!" John nodded, "Then the question is, what kind of environment has made him feel like now? Moreover, his information before he was eighteen was almost blank!"

"What exactly do you want to say?" The secretary found that he could not keep up with the director's ideas.

"One hour ago, that person... was very happy after knowing that the boy who was with Miss Mickie was Aslan #Rothschild!" John smiled bitterly and said this.

The secretary knew who the Director said was, because Miss Mickie was the daughter of 'that person'. It would make 'that person' very happy, so I think the development of this young man will be smooth sailing in the future, and even if someone wants to stop him, it is impossible.

Because, in Country D, that person represents the country, represents the law, and represents the highest right...

"Then I don't understand even more."

The secretary continued to express his doubts honestly, "I confirmed my identity and confirmed my harmlessness. Even that person... is optimistic about him. Why do you still keep him in lockdown?"

This sentence is very tactful, but the subtext is also very obvious.

Boss, you can do it, but don’t take us to bury us?

"Do you think I'm willing?" John gave the secretary a blank look, his expression very resentful, like a resentful woman. "Two days later, Miss Mickey will be engaged."

"Uh..." The secretary's thinking could not keep up with John's thinking again.

Director, can we speak well?

Is it really good for you to be a crooked building like this?

"Miss Mickie's engagement...is it related to that boy?" The secretary wanted to curse, but he asked curiously.

But this time, it was John who wanted to curse himself.

"Yes, it's very relevant, because Miss Mickey's engagement partner...is the illegitimate son of the Rothschild family, the elegant black-haired prince... Aslan #Rothschild!"

"Well……"

The secretary's brain suddenly fell off...
Chapter completed!