Chapter 328: Chapter 326: Is She His Life?
Huo Zhenyang picked up her pointed chin, a slight, inexplicable smile appearing on his lips, "A Country is indeed significant."
Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly darkened.
"But my life is more important." The man’s deep eyes softened as he leaned closer to her.
She didn’t understand his meaning, "Your life?"
She felt him lean near her ear, his voice low and resonant, "I’ve been poisoned with something called ’Little Kitten.’"
Jiayi’s face flushed red, her heart beating fiercely in spite of herself, life, she was his life?
The man had already leaned in, his breath hot as he whispered by her earlobe, "Remember the question you asked me on the embassy’s rooftop that one time..."
Just then, footsteps approached from afar, and the knock of the maid rang out:
"Miss Chu, I’ve brought you milk."
Jiayi snapped back to the present, hurriedly raising her voice, "Right, please bring up some supper as well!"
The maid was puzzled, "Supper?"
"Yes, I’m hungry! Thank you for the trouble."
The maid temporarily set aside the milk and went downstairs.
Seeing the maid temporarily out of the way, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief and urged him to leave quickly, "You should go now."
Huo Zhenyang, seeing her flustered state, could only laugh quietly, turning his back to leave, but then he leaned his tall frame closer to her, "Perhaps, before the maid comes back, we could spend a few more minutes together."
Was she worried about her heart condition acting up? Jiayi bit her lip, feeling helpless, "Next time, okay?"
Next time? He arched his delicately thin lips. Indeed, why rush?
He and she had countless next times ahead.
Accustomed to ruffling her hair, the man’s footsteps fell on the slightly damp woolen carpet as he turned to leave.
Watching his retreating figure disappear from her sight, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, yet she felt a sense of loss and bewilderment.
As if his departure meant they might not see each other for a long time.
But then she lightly punched her own head. What nonsense was she thinking?
She walked slowly back to her bed, the fear and nervousness in her heart dissipating, seemingly replenished with fulfillment and peace after this man’s visit.
Twenty minutes later.
The maid came upstairs carrying the supper, knocking again, "Miss Chu."
No response.
The maid turned the door handle, the bedroom lighting dim, with only a bedside lamp left on, the atmosphere quiet.
On the European-style princess bed, the small figure wrapped in a blanket, curled up, had long since fallen into a deep sleep.
Her cheeks flushed with a peaceful slumber.
The maid was surprised, "Huh, just now she was sleepless and troubled, and in less than half an hour, she’s now sleeping like a little pig."
With a smile, the maid closed the bedroom door.
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The thunderstorm continued.
Returning alone to his suite on the guesthouse side, the night grew thicker.
The bodyguards at the door shivered collectively as they saw Huo Zhenyang’s return, bowing their heads in unison, "Boss."
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes sharp as a hawk’s, detected something amiss but kept his composure and strode through the door with his long legs.
George stood inside the room, seeing the Boss return as usual, bent forward, "Boss, welcome back."
Under normal circumstances, once George saw him return, he would leave, not wishing to disturb his rest.
At this moment, George remained still, and though his attitude was still one of respect, his hands were clasped behind his back, showing no sign of departure for a long time.
A thought flashed through Huo Zhenyang’s mind, a glimmer of dark light in his eyes confirmed his suspicions from the car ride, and he slowly walked behind the desk, his tone lazy, yet steady and magnetic:
"What’s the matter, has the old man bought you off? Is the rope to bind me and take me back ready?"
The Boss’ alertness was incredibly high, dealing with people from the intertwined worlds of business and politics was indeed not easy.
George had anticipated his suspicions and defenses, but he hadn’t expected them to come so quickly.
Yet, difficult as it might be, this time he had to obey the old man’s orders and bring the Boss back!
George slowly advanced, "Boss, a loyal minister doesn’t serve two masters. I’ve followed you for so many years, always heeding your commands. But this time..."
"Enough. You go back to China today."
Huo Zhenyang waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for discussion, extremely impatient.
George and the old man were now aligned in their efforts, desperately trying to make him return, staying here was futile.
The tone of the man showed the firmness of his attitude.
George knew his word was as good as a royal decree, once spoken, it must be followed.
But this time, for the sake of the Boss’ health, he did not yield.
George continued to move step by step towards the desk, "Boss, please reconsider—"
The drawer burst open, and behind the desk, Huo Zhenyang’s eyes were sharp as lightning, colder than the thunderstorm outside, and in his palm suddenly appeared a silver Mahrmk9, pointed directly at George:
"Are you threatening me now, George?"
The one thing the Boss hated the most in life was being threatened, how could George not know this.
But he continued to approach, even circling the desk to walk towards the Boss from behind.
Huo Zhenyang’s face, already a ghastly pallor, could not merely be described by the word ’ugly’; his hand moved the gun towards his subordinate’s leg and pulled the trigger.
A "click" sounded, a muffled and blunt dry fire.
There was no noise.
The bullets from the gun had been removed before he returned!
He had not expected George to take such autonomous action this time, his expression had already drastically changed.
Meanwhile, George lunged at him, the strong anesthetic needle the old man had given him quickly embedding into the Boss’ lumbar muscles!
"Boss, I’m sorry! This is the old man’s order! He’s doing this for your own good! Don’t worry, I will still have the private detectives here to continue searching for Miss Jiayi’s biological mother!"
He steeled his heart and pushed the needle forward—
Huo Zhenyang was highly vigilant, and his self-defense skills were strong; he even won awards in Muay Thai as a hobby. Without the old man’s secret supply of the anesthetic, George couldn’t guarantee he could subdue the Boss!
The old man always knew his son best.
The powerful narcotic spread quickly through the bloodstream, and the towering figure of the man fell back several steps like a crashing tower, slumping into the chair behind him.
The look in George’s eyes was fierce, with three parts disbelief and four parts ignited with flames!
In the fading moments of his consciousness, the man mustered the last bit of his strength, his words drifting from his throat, "Let her know."
George, of course, knew what the Boss meant by "let her know."
With the Huo Family suddenly returning to the country in a large group, Miss Jiayi would surely be in the clouds.
The Boss wanted him to leave a message for Miss Jiayi.
But—
Recalling the words entrusted to him by the old man, George’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, "I’m sorry, Boss."
