<h4>Chapter 809: Start of the Great War (3)</h4>


    When Ruan Zeyan arrived at his office on the top floor of the Ruan Teng Corporation, his head secretary Christine walked into the room. She quickly reported his schedule for that day and informed him of the meetings that he was to attend.


    After reporting these matters to him, Christine asked tentatively, “Mr. Ruan, Country E asked about again for your take on the matter. The situation is more stable now, and the partneringpany wishes to speak to you personally.”


    It wasn’t the first time he heard from the branchpany in Country E. The main problem was that someone in the family was doing dishonest business there. They were making use of the fact that Ruan Zeyan was far away and was not in the country to embezzle funds.


    Ruan Zeyan had nned to find some time and take a trip out there to solve the matter once and for all, but he never found a good time to do so. A while ago, Country E had been in chaos, and terrorist threats were prevalent. Besides, Ling Tianya had gotten pregnant then too, so he had to stay behind to take care of his wife. He had decided to push back his ns of reorganizing the branchpany in Country E tillter on.


    After ounting for everything, Christine stood in a corner as she waiting for Ruan Zeyan’s reply. She needed to know what the next step would be.


    Ruan Zeyan’s phone started ringing all of a sudden. The man looked at the caller ID and answered quickly.


    “What’s the matter?”


    It was the psychiatrist on the line. “Mr. Ruan, I spoke to some of the experts in the field about the case at an academic forum yesterday. We had an in-depth discussion about Young Mistress’s case and everyone arrived at the same conclusion as I did. However, there won’t be anyone in the country who would be able to help Young Mistress.”


    “Get to the point.”


    When he heard Ruan Zeyan’s icy tone, the psychiatrist paused before continuing, “The point is, I received some unexpected news today at the seminar. I heard about this psychiatrist named Ghost Charm who might be able to help Young Mistress.”


    “Ghost Charm?” Ruan Zeyan was interested now, and he looked over at Du Gang.


    Du Gang understood Ruan Zeyan’s intentions, and he quickly fished out his phone and entered the internal information system. He quickly started searching for information regarding this man called Ghost Charm.


    “Yes, I’ve heard of this man before. He majored in psychology back in college, and he trained himself in the practice of hypnosis. Since he wasn’t trained in a proper institution, his methods are a bit special. Of course, this is all hear-say. ”


    Ruan Zeyan looked over at Du Gang again, and he immediately handed his phone to Ruan Zeyan. On the screen was Ghost Charm’s profile that he had managed to ess through the Ruan family’s secret database.


    It was a pity that the information was no more helpful than what the psychiatrist was already telling Ruan Zeyan.


    “Where is this man?” Ruan Zeyan asked.


    “I heard that someone had met him in Country E. I’m not too certain about the reliability of this information though.”


    After he ended the phone call, Ruan Zeyan put down his phone and looked at Christine. “Go prepare. We’re going to Country E tomorrow.”


    “Alright.”


    Christine left Ruan Zeyan’s office promptly. Du Gang asked, “Boss, are you sure about going to Country E now? The whole affair seems a little fishy. Isn’t it a coincidence that Ghost Charm was in Country E as well?”


    “There’s no need to try to convince me. Just go and ready the boys in Country E.” Ruan Zeyan had the same doubts as Du Gang, but no matter what, it seemed right for him to make a trip down there, whether it was for work or for Ling Tianya.


    The situation in the psychiatrist’s office was not as calm. The middle aged man put down his phone with his trembling hands. His forehead was speckled with sweat, and he looked in terror at the man sitting on the sofa opposite him. “I’ve done as you asked. Can you let my family off now?”


    “Of course.” The man stood up from the sofa and pulled out a gun with a silencer attached. “I can let your family go, but not you.”


    With that, he fired the pistol. The psychiatrist was dead, his face contorted in pain.