138: Chapter 138 The Rich Girl Ran Away from Home and Became Sticky with Me
"Can we have a proper talk now?"
Through the speaker, the voice of the leader of the world's number one superpower carried an unquestionable majesty.
However...
That majesty didn't last for even a second.
"Talk my ass!"
A golden afterimage suddenly catapulted off the sofa. Like a wild cat protecting its food, Jennifer lunged toward the desk with lightning speed.
Slap!
Her fair palm slammed hard onto the hang-up button of the satellite phone.
The red indicator light extinguished instantly, and the harsh dial tone sounded exceptionally piercing in the spacious office.
Sitting in his executive chair, Chen Yuan's hand holding his coffee froze mid-air.
He looked at the black screen, then at the panting Jennifer.
"You just... hung up on the President of the United States?"
"So what if I did?"
Jennifer didn't look guilty at all. Instead, she dove into Chen Yuan's arms and clung tightly to his arm.
"I'm not going back! That broken White House is practically hell!"
She buried her face in Chen Yuan's suit, rubbing against him while speaking in a voice full of spoiled stubbornness. "They just want to use me as a bargaining chip for a political marriage. Chen Yuan, you're a man who even dared to shoot down F-22s; you definitely aren't afraid of him!"
"Don't answer his calls. Just let me stay, okay?"
Chen Yuan felt dizzy from her shaking him.
In his life, he had encountered drug lords who pointed guns at his head and insidious Wall Street tycoons. But a First Daughter who dared to hang up on her own father and clung to him like a koala was a first.
"Let go."
Chen Yuan kept a cold face, attempting to pull his arm out.
But this girl's strength was surprisingly great. Her legs were almost wrapped around his waist, and she refused to let go no matter what.
"Do you believe I'll knock you out and have you air-dropped directly onto the White House lawn by helicopter?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Jennifer snapped her head up, her emerald eyes shimmering with a cunning light.
"If you dare kick me out, I'll go outside and leak everything to the American media!"
"I'll tell them the boss of Umbrella Corporation is a pervert! That you not only kidnapped me but also stripped off my clothes and had wicked intentions!"
As she spoke, she deliberately tugged at the oversized men's shirt she was wearing, revealing a large patch of snow-white skin.
The corner of Chen Yuan's eye twitched violently.
Incredible.
This wasn't some First Daughter; this was a total little devil!
Standing at the door, Victor was sweating profusely, wishing he could bury himself on the spot. Was this level of national secret something an intelligence chief like him should be hearing? This was the kind of thing that got people killed!
Chen Yuan took a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to throw this girl into a zombie cage, his brain working at high speed.
Thinking calmly, although Jennifer was a hassle, if used well, she was the perfect 'get out of jail free' card. As long as this young miss stayed comfortably in Elysium Manor, the FBI and CIA wouldn't dare send the military to launch a full-scale assault, no matter how much courage they had.
"Fine."
Chen Yuan compromised.
He grabbed Jennifer by her back collar and lifted her off him.
"You can stay, but we must have three ground rules."
"First, you are absolutely forbidden from entering the manor's underground restricted zone. Second, do not interfere with my business."
Jennifer's eyes lit up, and she nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at grain. "No problem! I swear I'll be the most obedient baby!"
As it turned out...
Chen Yuan's understanding of the word "obedient" and this young miss's understanding were separated by an unbridgeable chasm.
Just one day later.
The atmosphere of Elysium Manor had completely deviated from its original track.
In the sun-drenched backyard garden.
"Big guy, lift your hands a bit higher! Yes, just like that, hold it!"
Jennifer, wearing hot pants, was standing on a stepladder holding a pink polka-dot apron.
And standing in front of her...
...was a T-103 Mass-Produced Tyrant, 2.2 meters tall with muscles like iron.
This killing machine, originally designed to tear through armored vehicles, was currently holding its arms up stiffly. It allowed Jennifer to slip that ridiculously funny pink apron over its expensive, custom-made black suit.
"Roar..."
A low, aggrieved whimper escaped the Tyrant's throat.
Its pupil-less, pale eyes stared fixedly at Chen Yuan by the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window, as if sending out a distress signal.
Holding his coffee cup, Chen Yuan watched this scene expressionlessly.
He could feel that the Tyrant's underlying combat logic was suffering a devastating blow.
And that wasn't all.
"Sister Alice! Why isn't my strawberry ice cream ready yet?"
Jennifer jumped down from the ladder.
She lay back boldly on a beach chair by the pool, tapping the table impatiently.
Beside her, Alice, dressed in a cold tactical trench coat, held an exquisite silver tray with three scoops of different flavored ice cream on it.
In her icy blue electronic eyes, data streams flickered wildly, and a red light loomed faintly.
"Boss."
Alice's voice sounded in the internal communication channel, carrying a nearly berserk, humanized anger.
"According to my calculations, the success rate of slitting her throat with a liquid metal blade is 100%. Please allow me to execute the termination command."
Chen Yuan sighed.
"Endure it."
"Give her the ice cream. She is our current 'talisman.' If she dies, who's going to block The Pentagon's missiles?"
Alice took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her killing protocols.
Carrying the tray and stepping in her high heels, she walked to Jennifer's side with a face as dark as water.
"Your ice cream, Miss."
"Thank you, Sister Alice, you're such a good person!"
Jennifer smiled like a blooming flower, dug out a large spoonful of ice cream, and stuffed it into her mouth, her feet swinging happily in the air.
Watching this harmonious yet bizarre scene, Chen Yuan only felt a splitting headache.
This girl had not only treated the Tyrant like a teddy bear but also treated the world's deadliest biochemical female assassin like a personal nanny.
"Did I build Umbrella Corporation, or did I open a high-end daycare?"
Chen Yuan rubbed his temples and turned back to his desk.
He was just about to sit down and check the status of the capital recovery in New York.
Buzz— Buzz— Buzz—!
The black satellite phone on the desk vibrated violently again like a death warrant.
The piercing red light flashed frantically.
It was still that special frequency encrypted at the highest level. The White House side was clearly losing their patience.
"Boss..."
Victor poked his head in from outside the door and pointed at the phone. "Still hanging up?"
Chen Yuan glanced downstairs.
That little ancestor was still commanding the Tyrant to perform a ballroom dance.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and steadily pressed the answer button.
"Listen, I don't care what conditions you set."
As soon as the call connected, that majestic voice came through impatiently, carrying a grit-toothed chill.
"Immediately, give me back my daughter!"