Chapter 310: Chapter 308 Identity Revelation
"Change the bandage and apply fresh medicine," Huo Zhenyang’s voice rang out faintly and timely.
So that was it. Without asking further, Jiayi glanced at Ya Chen, "Then we’ll be leaving first."
She pushed Ya Chen out of the room, closing the door behind them.
The door made a slight creaking sound as it closed.
Watching their figures disappear, George said, "I’ll have the doctor come in first."
But Huo Zhenyang wasn’t in a hurry, "How’s the investigation going?"
"The private detective has been tracking Xuan Yu’s movements, and we’ve also installed listening devices in the car she uses frequently. However, she’s extremely cautious and careful, never mentioning anything about Miss Jiayi’s birth mother. There’s no information revealing anything about her. Finding her will probably take some more time."
Xuan Yu, being the daughter of a top S Country diplomat and the wife of the Chu Family, was bound to be extremely shrewd and cautious.
Huo Zhenyang was not surprised. He straightened up his tall and sturdy body from the couch, hunched his knees, and crossed his arms in a thoughtful pose.
He appeared calm as still water, as if breezing through with ease, yet his eyes contained an indescribable cold ruthlessness.
George had been following the Boss for so many years, how could he not know what that expression meant whenever the Boss showed it?
It meant making someone’s life so miserable they couldn’t turn over a new leaf, they couldn’t be reborn.
Indeed, Xuan Yu had brazenly lied to the Boss under his nose, forcing the Boss’s woman to marry another man, which was a severe provocation to the Boss’s dignity.
Now, knowing that the Boss was in Nanga, Xuan Yu still dared to be so oppressive towards Miss Jiayi.
Before the Boss arrived a few days ago, Miss Jiayi probably didn’t know how much humiliation she suffered at the woman’s hands.
It seemed, once he found Miss Jiayi’s birth mother and safely extracted her, the Boss would certainly not let Xuan Yu off lightly.
However...
George couldn’t help but remind him, "Boss, Xuan Yu is still the Duke’s wife, the daughter of a high-ranking diplomat. Even if we successfully find Miss Jiayi’s birth mother’s whereabouts, she may not face any consequences."
Really?
Not necessarily.
After a moment, the man’s thin lips curled into a cold smirk, adjusting his spacious house robe, "Go invite Nie Yixiao over."
Nie Yixiao?
Wasn’t he Jiayi’s childhood friend and first love?
Later, didn’t he get involved with the Chu Family’s eldest daughter and dump Jiayi?
George, although not present at the embassy that day, heard from Lin Zixun that Nie Yixiao was beaten to the point of being almost unrecognizable by the Boss for getting close to Jiayi.
Thinking about it, the Boss and that Nie Yixiao should be — sworn enemies, right?
"Boss, why do you want to see Nie Yixiao?" George asked, puzzled.
"Just invite him over, I want to see him," Huo Zhenyang said with even more courtesy this time, actually using the word "please," while the corner of his mouth revealed a sinister gleam.
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Nie Yixiao had just stepped down from the operating table when he saw George standing at the doorway of the office.
When Huo Zhenyang sought him out, Nie Yixiao’s tired handsome face expressed some surprise, his tone was icy cold, "I think there is nothing I need to discuss with Mr. Huo. I have a surgery this afternoon and I am unavailable. Please leave."
George, seeing that he was being dismissed, retorted, "Are you afraid of the Boss now? Did the beating you got at the embassy scare you?"
Although George was usually quiet, he was also quite skilled at provoking people.
Hah, a mere attempt at goading me into anger? But Nie Yixiao felt a bit intrigued to see that Mr. Huo was so eager to have him there.
What exactly does that man want to do?
He remained silent for a moment, gave some instructions to the nurse and his assistant, then followed George out of the hospital.
In the rapid sprint of the Lamborghini, they quickly arrived at their destination.
George led Nie Yixiao straight to the upstairs room.
After knocking on the door twice, George raised his voice, "Boss, Mr. Nie has arrived."
"Come in."
A man’s voice responded from the room.
George opened the door, "Mr. Nie, please go in."
Nie Yixiao entered the room alone, and the clear sound of his leather shoes broke the silence within.
Huo Zhenyang was wearing a casual white shirt with the sleeves rolled up a few centimeters, revealing his forearms. He was sitting on an Italian leather sofa, arms spread out on the armrests, one long leg crossed over the other, his dark eyes contained a serene look as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Looking at this man, Nie Yixiao’s brows couldn’t help but furrow tighter.
This man had monopolized Jiayi for a year, and even now, he clung on and refused to let go, treating Jiayi like an object he owned, possessing an overwhelming power like an immovable rock.
He suppressed the annoyance in his heart and said impatiently, "What is it that Mr. Huo called me here for?"
Huo Zhenyang’s gaze was leisurely, "You call me Mr. Huo. I wonder how I should refer to you."
Nie Yixiao’s heart stirred suddenly, his irritation dissipating significantly as he stared at the man in front of him whose complexion exuded a ghostly charm, "What do you mean...?"
Huo Zhenyang lifted his dark handsome eyebrows, "Should I call you Doctor Nie, or would it be better to call you—Officer Nie?"
Nie Yixiao’s gaze solidified.
The man stood up from the sofa swiftly, stirring up a small gust of wind, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked straight over.
Huo Zhenyang patted the still shell-shocked Nie Yixiao on the shoulder, his tone casual, "Relax a little."
Nie Yixiao, after all, was well-trained, his mental fortitude many times stronger than an ordinary person’s, and he quickly regained composure, his tone chilly, "I don’t understand what you mean."
Seeing him don the mask and refuse to admit anything, Huo Zhenyang commented blandly,
"Nie Yixiao, with an IQ over two hundred, excelled in five disciplines from a young age, has a broad knowledge base, achieving A’s in every subject. You had already self-studied and completed several degrees during your middle school days, and you demonstrated intelligence, emotional intelligence, and adversity quotient far beyond your peers in several international professional contests and invention competitions. At fourteen, you were targeted by Ivy League schools and other famous universities worldwide, inviting you to join their programs for prodigious youths, but you chose to stay in your hometown because you didn’t want to leave, staying at an ordinary university to study clinical surgery. At the age of fifteen, you were spotted by the United Nations, inviting you to join their ISM Organization under the United Nations."
The United Nations’ ISM Organization is a secret entity not publicly recognized, with each member meticulously selected from the elite around the world.
ISM is specifically responsible for the investigation of political crimes amongst the upper echelons of societies across the globe.
These include terrorism, military actions, large-scale corruption, bribery and acceptances of bribes, money laundering scandals, sexual scandals, and more.
The members of ISM are not bound to a fixed workplace; they appear to be regular people with normal jobs and lives, scattered all across the world.
The organization only calls them to covert action when a case comes down.
