<h4>Chapter 359: It’s Miss Mo. I must.</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Grand Remenary Hotel in the City.


    Aide-de-camp Song stormed into Huo Chen’s office with a folder in his grip, “Sir, this is the folder containing all records for the car identst year at Pear Shore.” He reported as he ced the folder stamped with the few scarlet letters—URGENT, “There’s no surveince around the spot. We only managed to retrieve photos from the roads on both left and right, as well as from the back.”


    Huo Chen took the folder and began skimming quickly. He reminisced the very day when the car suddenly plunged itself into the sea before bursting into mes after a long chase. If it was not the other more severe cases to which he needed to attend immediately that day, he would have inspected the sea levels thoroughly. But he presumed thedy driver dead with the other grunts in the organization so he left. It was such an irony that both him and the driver met each other again at Golden Cityst night.


    There were actual survivors from that organization. It was almost unbelievable.


    “Sir, to whom does this car belong to?” Asked Song Shou in bewilderment.


    “A terrorist,” answered Huo Chen as his grip quivered.


    <i>It looks like I have to stay here for the moment. I must capture the remnants of the organization. That woman.</i>


    “Then what do you propose we do? We are supposed to be back to the Capital tonight.”


    ADC Song was right. They basically sneaked out without informing the olddy at the mansion. The entire operation must be kept secret, however, considering how much danger would have been imposed on the elderly if she was made aware of the case.


    “You’ll head back first. Keep an eye on her for me.”


    “Yes, sir.” Song Shou nodded solemnly, agreeing on the need of settling the terrorists in the City.


    Assuming the olddy wanted to see her favorite son, at least his loyal personal assistant could inform him beforehand.


    “You may leave now,” muttered Huo Chen as he began checking out the document in his hands again. He did intend to stay and the world had given him the best reason to do so. Thirty minutester, he left the office and drove straight to Ge Yu Corp. That was his reason to stay, thought Chen as he viewed the tall building nearby.


    <i>Yang is now working with this corporation. She’s no longer associated with Thunderbolt. </i>


    <i>But it doesn’t mean I can enter as I wish. Perhaps the cunning woman that night was not the only survivor in the ident. </i>


    <i>If they find out their secretary is closely rted to their nemesis, perhaps they will do something horrible to her. </i>


    Huo Chen stayed in his car pondering as he observed the building glowing in various tiny lights. He took a deep breath and zoomed away.


    “Hey, Siri,” he whispered into his Airpods, “Run Preset 1”


    “Dialing.”


    “Hello. Yes. Regarding the red car I sent youst night, send me the information now.”


    ——


    “Hm?” In the midst of silence, Zhaoyang’sndline rang. It was President Xiang, calling her to be at the meeting room immediately.


    “Huh?” She frowned in confusion as she checked out the time, “It’s almost midnight now. Who holds meetings at 11 p.m.?” She walked to the meeting room with anticipation, only to see the president there—and—


    “Mo Shan?” She gasped and could not believe her eyes.


    <i>What an inexorable woman! Why she’s here?</i>


    She calmly knocked at the door and entered, “Yes, President?”


    The president tapped the transparent surface of the ss table rhythmically, as he lifted his jaws, “This is Miss Mo, a representative from the Mo family of the Capital. She’s here for our uing coboration and you’ll lead it.”


    “Okay, President.”


    “Special Assistant Lu, was it? Well, I hope we will have an enjoyable time together. It’s quitete now, how about you join me for supper?” Invited Mo Shan with a smile as she stood up, “President Xiang, you aren’t turning me down, aren’t you?”


    “It’s Miss Mo. I must,” responded President Xiang as he stood up with a brief smile on his face.


    Zhaoyang could not help but erge her eyes.


    <i>Xiang Jinxi has always been an icy person in the office and he’s smiling at Mo Shan as he speaks? </i>


    <i>Beauties sure melt the ice in a man.</i>


    They eventually headed to a rather exquisite Chinese restaurant in the City. Lu Zhaoyang almost tripped herself when she saw someone else joining the dinner.


    “Hello, Miss Lu. Long time no see.”


    It was Lin Yazhi’s elder brother, Lin Jingzhi.


    “Oh, you both knew each other already?” Said the president.


    “Yes, President Xiang. My sister and her were ex-colleagues.”


    “I see...” The president nodded in understanding as they got themselves seated.


    “You’ll have the honor,” said Mo Shan gently as she passed Zhaoyang the menu, “Sister.”


    “Sister?” President Xiang sent a cold beam of curiosity to them upon hearing the unexpected title, “Are you two...”


    “We aren’t biological sisters. She’s my sister-inw. Yup, her elder brother is my fiance,” said Mo Shan shyly, “Zhaoyang is the sister of the president from Thunderbolt Corp. Hope President Xiang will look after her on our behalf from now on.”