That's so cheap! She is one of the most valuable actresses out there. 。If you want to read Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya, Ye Wei and Mo Jue, Shiyi and Mo Ye's sisters' stories, please check out Xiaoxiao'...Ye Ning found nothing on the computer except one message: "INTERPOL has transferred Wu Shuang to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Starting today, Wu Shuang becomes the FBI's number one fugitive and is no longer under INTERPOL jurisdiction."

Department transfer means the nature has changed.

From simple international crime, it has evolved into espionage, terrorism, and drug trafficking. Multiple charges all fall under federal jurisdiction.

Xu Nuo frowned. Carter had been chasing Wu Shuang for so many years, with no results. It seemed that under pressure, he had to reluctantly hand her over to the FBI and added even more charges against Wu Shuang.

The question is, what relationship does solitary crime have with warmth

Grant was perplexed.

After dozens of calls, the information I received matched what Ye Ningyuan found. The specific reason was unclear; it seemed to be a last-minute decision by the top official with no record in the case files.

Warmth has been quite popular in the US recently, being an artist, with such a special identity, aren't they afraid of causing controversy

Cheng Anya worried about Wen Nuan, and she worried about Fei Mo. This night was very difficult for her.

"Mommy, don't worry. If Fei Mo can't handle it, Nono and I will go to America." Ye Ning comforted Cheng Anya softly. With so many people around, it wasn't very useful. Both he and Xu Nuo could contact Ye Fei Mo for anything, they were just as capable whether they were in America or not.

For now, this is all we can do.

When she woke up, it was warm and dim. Raindrops fell like a drumbeat, as if she were in a huge basement. She was tied to a chair, with shackles on her feet, unable to move. What surprised Nuan most was that her shirt had been taken off, leaving her in only a low-cut halter top. The chilling wind blew through the basement, making Nuan very scared. There was a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling of the basement, and the walls looked very old. Beside her, there was a table piled with torture instruments, and iron chains hung from the ceiling... This clearly looked like a prison cell.

"Who's there" The woman was from America, and though she spoke English with a barely-there American accent, her voice trembled slightly. She vaguely saw several figures standing in the shadows, but couldn't make them out clearly because the blinding spotlights were shining directly on her, making it impossible to open her eyes fully. She couldn't see who was lurking in the darkness, nor who had grabbed her. She had lived a quiet life in America, focusing on her studies and acting career; she had never wronged anyone. So, who would want to capture her

The lights were dimmed slightly, and the warmth finally adapted to the light. In front of her were several chairs, with a black man and a white man sitting on them. Both were very tall and muscular, looking handsome and full of energy. Besides them, there were several men in black suits. Ten meters away from them sat an elegant man who looked at her with pity, as if deeply sympathetic to her plight.

"You guys... who are you"

"My name is Will. Robert," the Black man said, smiling politely.

"Daniel. Smith," the white man said, his tone relatively mild.

Will and Daniel, she didn't know them at all, nor did she understand why they had taken her. Having experienced a kidnapping in Rome before, this time she remained remarkably calm, not nearly as panicked. She was simply feeling a vague sense of unease.

It was this very calmness that made the FBI agents more suspicious, questioning her identity and background.

A typical woman caught in this kind of situation wouldn't be anything but screaming, panicking, and yelling for her release. America, a place that claims to uphold human rights and freedom, is clearly different in her case, as she appears remarkably composed compared to others.

Daniel picked up a white sheet of paper from the table. "Warmth, a Chinese-American artist, Anning International CEO Ye Fei's ex-wife, currently studying at xxx University's performing arts department, her parents are businessmen."

Warm frowned, she didn't care at all what they were saying. She felt extremely angry about her current situation. She was tied up, her feet were shackled, her shirt and jacket were taken off, leaving her in a low-cut halter top. When she lowered her head, she could see the faint outline of her cleavage. This made Warm very uncomfortable, especially with so many men in the underground interrogation room.

She was furious, and demanded in a harsh voice, "Can someone please help me put on a piece of clothing"

Several police officers standing nearby laughed, “Aren’t you a celebrity Celebrities can take off their shirts in front of a national audience. Showing your shoulders is nothing, don’t be so dramatic.”

With a cold and warm glint in her eyes, she exuded an air of authority, "Even if I strip naked in front of the entire world, with no internet, no movie tickets bought, you wouldn't be qualified to watch."

The few people's faces changed slightly. Will picked up a photo from the table, which showed a butterfly tattoo. He asked, "Listen, girl, don't be so quick with your words, do you recognize this butterfly tattoo"

"Who are you" Wen warmly asked, one word at a time. "You're illegally detaining me! I don't care who you are, I want to see my lawyer. I have the right to not answer any of your questions."

"That depends on whether you get to see your lawyer first," Daniel said. "Ms. Wen, I suggest you cooperate, it would be best for both of us."

She watched them warmly and silently, taking them in from head to toe. Who were they What did they want She had no idea. The photo showed a butterfly birthmark, the color identical to the one on her shoulder, not even a bit different.

They might have taken it themselves. They got a birthmark, is that against the law now

Compared to their rudeness, Warmth wasn't going to say a word, nor was she going to cooperate.

The suave man standing in the distance said, "FBI, Miss Wen, you'd better cooperate."

Astonished and warm, that person momentarily suspected there was something wrong with their ears. She had only heard this word from Hollywood blockbusters, especially imposing, exceptionally awesome, pervasive, solving countless rare cases.

This is a completely different world from her life.

She had never imagined that one day she would be invited by the FBI, and in such a humiliating way. The elegant man continued, "This is an underground interrogation room. You are suspected of espionage, drug crimes, and endangering the security of the U.S. government, among other crimes. Ms. Wen, it's best if you cooperate with us. Perhaps you can walk out soon, or perhaps you will stay here forever."

His pronunciation was very pure, and his speaking speed wasn't fast either. He seemed to have considered Wen Wen's somewhat inaccurate grammar and pronunciation in English, so he spoke especially slowly, allowing Wen Wen to digest the meaning of his words.

Warmth fully understood his words, but what he couldn't understand was why he was suspected of espionage, drug crimes, and endangering national security. Isn't that ridiculousnsported back to his youthful days, a reckless boy who knew nothing. 。She was accustomed to his intimacy, sleeping soundly and not without being attacked by him. Their lips met, their tongues entwined...