Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 461: Father and Daughter, Get Out of the Music Industry (15)

Hearing the man’s words, Idris’s blood turned cold.

He questioned the other party angrily, “Is my daughter with you? I warn you, bastard. The police are beside me. If you dare to hurt my daughter, you will definitely be unlucky! You will go to jail and be shot to death!”

Sicilio said adorably, “Wow! My little sweetheart is so scared.”

Idris was speechless.

He didn’t hear the other party’s fear at all.

Idris quickly calmed down. Realizing that the other party must have a motive for calling, he asked thoughtfully, “What do you want to do?”

Sicilio told Idris, “Your daughter didn’t hesitate to drug a pregnant woman in order to win the championship. She was murdering a human life, did you know that?”

Idris couldn’t argue with this. He sighed helplessly. “She is foolish and did something wrong. Please spare her life.”

The other party was calm. He told Idris, “I can spare her life, but I need to leave something on her.”

Idris frowned and asked uneasily, “What do you want to do?”

Sicilio’s foot was on the back of Iris’s hand. He told Idris, “Your daughter’s hand is very beautiful and agile. If she uses it to play the violin, it must sound very pleasant.”

Idris’ frown deepened. He heard Sicilio say, “I wonder if your heart will ache if her hands are destroyed like this?”

Idris was shocked and shouted anxiously, “No! Your Excellency, my daughter is a violinist and an artist. The hand is her life. You can’t do this!”

“Hehe...” The man laughed inexplicably. Idris didn’t understand why he was laughing like that. Just as he was about to ask, he heard the man say,” The hand is the life of an artist. That’s right. It’s very reasonable. “Then, the man’s words changed abruptly. He said in a dangerous tone,” Then, your daughter’s hand is her life. You can’t touch it. Isn’t Jiang Shifeng’s hand his life? ”

When Idris heard Jiang Shifeng’s name, his eyes narrowed into two small black dots.

Jiang Shifeng!

The other party was actually here to avenge Jiang Shifeng!

In order to facilitate the police work, when Idris picked up the call, it was on speaker mode. Great, everyone heard that sentence.

Idris’ eyelids twitched and his scalp went numb. He questioned Sicilio angrily, “You are Jiang Shifeng’s person? Are you here to avenge him?”

Without waiting for Sicilio’s reply, Idris snatched the initiative and said, “Oh, I know! In order to win the position of the chief pianist, Jiang Shifeng boldly stole my work. Later on, the matter was exposed and he was chased out of the music industry. He even had his knuckles broken by someone. He hates me for this.”

“Now that he sees that my daughter is talented, he wants to destroy my daughter and let me have a taste of the pain of her future being destroyed? Is that so?”

Hearing Idris’s nonsense, Sicilio chuckled again. “Dear Mr. Tron, you guessed wrong.”

Sicilio smoked his cigar and said fluently, “I am not a killer that Jiang Shifeng found to avenge him. I am just a fanatical fan of Jiang Shifeng. Just like how your fanatical fan kidnapped Jiang Shifeng back then and broke his knuckles, I also want to break your daughter’s knuckles to avenge my idol.”

“Remember, everything comes from the revenge of Jiang Shifeng’s braindead fans!” With that, Sicilio exerted strength under his feet and spun Eliza’s fingers.

“Ah!”

Eliza’s pig-like screams reached Idris’s ears through the cell phone.

Idris felt goosebumps all over. He roared angrily, “Stop it, bastard! You are not Jiang Shifeng’s die-hard fan at all. You are an assassin that Jiang Shifeng found!”

Sicilio exerted more strength with his feet. Eliza’s screams were even more hair-raising. “Ah! Daddy! Save me!” Eliza cried in pain.

Idris was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He was already old and at the age of retiring from the orchestra. His daughter, Eliza, was his pride now. If his daughter’s hands were destroyed, the rest of her life would be over!

Idris knew that this person must have an ulterior motive for calling to provoke him. He calmed down and asked, “What exactly do you want?! What must I do for you to let my daughter go?”

Sicilio stopped his destructive actions.

He took a puff of his cigar and blew out smoke at Iris. He stared at her face, which was twisted in fear. He told Idris, “I want you to tell me the truth about the plagiarism incident.”