Flecke stood up and grabbed the keyboard, intending to smash the computer. But as he raised the keyboard, he suddenly stopped, realizing a problem...
If Qing Muye wanted to threaten him with his daughter's videos, why would he come here in person?
After calming down, Flecke looked at the screen again and realized another problem: wasn't his daughter married to Xiao Cheng? When were these videos taken?
Moreover, in the videos, Antina showed no signs of being drugged. She was completely in her right mind.
He sat back in his chair, suppressing his anger, and opened a few more videos. They were all videos of his daughter "passionately" interacting with different men in various places. He only watched each one for two or three seconds before switching to the next.
By the time Flecke saw the fifth video, he could no longer contain his emotions. He immediately grabbed his phone and dialed the butler's number, "Have Antina come over!"
The stern tone made the butler tremble. It had been so long since he had seen the old man so angry.
"Yes, sir. I'll go right away." The butler responded and immediately sent someone to fetch Antina.
Given his current status, Flecke was never short of female company. Although he indulged in affairs outside, seeing his beloved daughter consorting with other men and acting shamelessly made him furious.
Flecke stood up and walked to the window, a cigar between his fingers. He took a puff and pondered Qing Muye's intentions.
As the outside world rumored, Qing Muye was a man of integrity and disdained using despicable means. What was his intention in giving him the USB drive?
He pondered but couldn't figure out the other party's intentions. Just then, the study door opened, and Antina, wearing pajamas and a down jacket, walked in. "Daddy, what do you need me for?"
Antina yawned, feeling sleepy.
Flecke slowly turned around. Seeing her enter, he furrowed his brow, his face maintaining its usual calm demeanor. "Where is Shrecke?"
Shrecke was Xiao Cheng's English name.
At some point, Antina had gotten used to calling Xiao Cheng by his Chinese name. For a moment, she almost forgot who "Shrecke" was.
"He... he..." Antina's eyes flickered a few times. "Why are you suddenly asking about him?"
"Call him and tell him to come over now." Flecke walked to the desk and sat down, saying slowly.
Antina, thinking her father wanted to discuss work matters with Xiao Cheng, perfunctorily replied, "He's out on business and isn't home today."
"Mm," Flecke nodded, tapping the ash off his cigar into the ashtray. "How have you and Shrecke been doing lately?"
The abrupt question caught Antina off guard. She pursed her lips and walked to the sofa opposite him. "Daddy, you called me here late at night just to ask about my relationship with him?"
She held back the unspoken words, "Are you bored?"
"Answer me!" Flecke stared intently at Antina, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
Antina sensed something was wrong with his mood and her heart skipped a beat. She stammered, "Xiao Cheng and I are... still very good, very good."
"Is that so?" Flecke drew out his words and beckoned her over. "Come, I have something to show you."
"What?"
Antina stood up and walked towards him. Flecke rose and walked towards the window, saying, "Turn on the computer and see for yourself."
She slowly walked to the desk and sat down. She nudged the mouse, and the sleeping computer screen instantly lit up.