The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 516: FBI

Ye Ningyuan found little information on the computer, except for one message: "Interpol has transferred Wushuang to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. From today onwards, Wushuang is the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s number one wanted criminal and is no longer under Interpol’s jurisdiction."

The transfer of departments meant the nature of the crime had changed.

It had gone from a simple international crime to counter-espionage, terrorism, and drug offenses—multiple charges, all falling under Federal jurisdiction.

Xu Nuo frowned. Carter had been pursuing Wushuang for so many years without any results. It seemed that under pressure, he had no choice but to transfer her to the FBI and add so many more charges to her.

But the question was, what did Wushuang’s crimes have to do with Wen Nuan?

Xu Nuo was completely baffled.

The information he received after making over a dozen phone calls was almost identical to what Ye Ningyuan had found. The specific reason was unknown; it seemed to be a last-minute decision by the highest-ranking official and not recorded in the case.

Wen Nuan had become quite famous in the United States recently, as an artist. With such a special status, weren’t they afraid of attracting controversy?

Cheng Anya was worried about Wen Nuan and Fei Mo; this night was extremely difficult for her.

"Mommy, don’t worry. If Fei Mo can’t solve it, Nuonuo and I will go to America." Ye Ningyuan gently comforted Cheng Anya. Having more people wouldn’t be of much use; he and Xu Nuo’s people could all contact Ye Fei Mo to handle things, so it didn’t matter whether they were in America or not.

That was all they could do for now.

When Wen Nuan woke up, everything was dark, with water dripping down. It felt like she was in a huge basement. She was tied to a chair, her feet shackled, unable to move. What shocked Wen Nuan the most was that her top had been removed, leaving her only in a low-cut tank top. A cold wind was blowing from the basement, and Wen Nuan was terrified. There was a light on the basement ceiling, and the walls looked very old. On a table nearby were many instruments of torture, and there were many chains on the basement ceiling... It was clearly a prison cell.

"Who’s there?" Having been in America, she was used to speaking English, her accent still not quite perfect. She vaguely saw several people standing in the shadows, but couldn’t make out clearly because the bright spotlights were shining on her, almost blinding her. She couldn’t see who was in the shadows, or who had kidnapped her. Since coming to America, she had been a model student and actress, never offending anyone. Who wanted to kidnap her?

The lights dimmed slightly, and Wen Nuan finally adjusted. Directly in front of her were several chairs, occupied by a Black man and a White man, both very tall, strong, and looking quite dashing. Besides them, there were several men in black suits. About ten meters away, a refined-looking man looked at her with pity, seemingly deeply sympathetic to her plight. Wen Nuan

asked uneasily, "Who are you?"

"My name is Will Robert," the Black man said with a smile, appearing very polite.

"Daniel Smith," the White man said, his attitude also quite mild.

Will and Daniel were complete strangers to Wen Nuan, who had no idea why she had been kidnapped. Having experienced a kidnapping in Rome before, she was much calmer this time, less panicked, though tinged with a vague unease.

It was precisely this calmness that aroused the FBI’s suspicion, making them question her identity and background.

Most women brought to such a place would be screaming and shouting, demanding her release. America, a place that champions human rights and freedom, clearly showed her composure.

Daniel picked up a piece of white paper from the table: "Wen Nuan, Chinese-American artist, ex-wife of Ye Feimo, president of Anning International, currently studying acting at XXX University, parents are businessmen." Wen Nuan

frowned. She didn’t care what they were saying; she felt intensely angry about her current situation. She was bound, her feet cuffed, her top and coat removed, leaving her only in a low-cut tank top. She could see glimpses of her chest whenever she looked down, making her extremely uncomfortable, especially in the underground interrogation room with so many men.

She was furious and demanded sharply, "Could you please put a piece of clothing on me?"

Several detectives standing nearby laughed, "Aren’t you a celebrity? Celebrities can strip in front of a national audience, what’s a little exposure of your shoulders? Don’t be so coy." Wen Nuan

narrowed her eyes coldly, her aura intimidating, "Even if I stripped in front of the whole world, without the internet and movie tickets, you wouldn’t have the right to see."

The men’s expressions changed slightly. Will picked up a photo on the table; it showed a butterfly tattoo. He asked, "Listen, girl, don’t be so quick to judge. Do you recognize this butterfly tattoo?"

"Who are you?" Wen Nuan asked, enunciating each word clearly. "This is illegal detention. I don’t care who you are, I want to see my lawyer. I have the right not to answer any of your questions."

"That’s only if you can see your lawyer," Daniel said. "Ms. Wen, I think you’d better cooperate; it’ll make everyone happy." Wen

Nuan silently looked at them, sizing them up. Who were they? What did they want? She genuinely didn’t know. The photo showed a butterfly birthmark, its color exactly the same as the one on her shoulder, without any difference.

"They might have taken the picture. Is having a birthmark a crime?"

Despite their rudeness, Wen Nuan didn’t intend to say a word or cooperate.

The refined-looking man standing at a distance said, "FBI, Ms. Wen, you’d better cooperate."

Wen Nuan was shocked, momentarily doubting her ears. She’d only ever heard that word in Hollywood movies—impressive, powerful, all-powerful, solving countless rare cases.

This was a completely different world from her own.

She never imagined she’d be invited by the FBI, especially in such a humiliating way. The refined-looking man continued, "This is an underground interrogation room. You are suspected of several crimes, including counter-espionage, drug offenses, and endangering the security of the US government. Ms. Wen, you’d better cooperate with us. Perhaps you’ll be out soon, or perhaps you’ll stay here forever."

His pronunciation was perfect, and his speech was slow, seemingly considering Wen Nuan’s slightly grammatically incorrect and not-so-accurate English, so he spoke deliberately to allow her to process his meaning.

Wen Nuan completely understood what he was saying, but what she couldn’t understand was why she was suspected of counter-espionage, drug crimes, and endangering government security. Wasn’t that absurd?