"Really? Then why did the goods in my factory turn out to be counterfeit?"
The man, who had been expressionless all along, instilled fear with even a glance. His dark eyes and emotionless face were like the impending, darkest night, hiding danger and bloodlust within them.
The legs of the Huo Family boss were shaking; had he not been holding onto the table, he likely would have collapsed to the ground.
"Young Master, I beg you to give me some time. I will definitely get to the bottom of this. Even if I were to scheme against anyone, I would never dare to scheme against you, Young Master!" That last plea was sincerely desperate.
The man seated at the office desk noted that at last, the cold stare he had been fixing on him had retracted.
He casually opened a pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it up, and blew out a perfect smoke ring. Only then did he look at him again, devoid of expression, "Fine, since you want a chance, I’ll give you one. But remember, if you can’t give me a response regarding this matter, I will ensure the Huo Family is ruined and completely wiped from this industry!"
"Yes, yes, yes... I will find out what happened, thank you so much, Young Master, for giving me this chance!"
The Huo Family boss left the office utterly grateful and in tears.
The moment the Huo Family boss left, Secretary Gao returned. Seeing his boss inside, he entered, "Young Master, does the Huo Family still deny that there was a problem with their goods?"
The man at the office desk responded indifferently with a "Hmm."
Secretary Gao, puzzled, said, "If that is the case, then why did you ask me to tell An Ning that the Huo Family had already admitted it? Does this matter have something to do with her?"
Was there any need to suspect? He intended to investigate; he was just a bit curious as to how she managed to do it, that’s all.
The man held the cigarette between two fingers but did not answer the question. Instead, he asked, "How is she recovering?"
Secretary Gao promptly answered, "Not bad, she should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow."
"Hmm, don’t spread word of this matter around..."
Just as he was about to delegate a few more tasks, suddenly, the mobile phone on his desk rang. He picked it up and saw a string of numbers without a name...
Seeing the string of numbers, his brows furrowed, and then with an impatient look, he answered the call, "..."
"Hello? Ou Mucen, where are you right now? My master has gone to the factory looking for me, can you help me out?"
Before he could even speak, the woman’s voice on the phone rushed through, carrying a hint of urgency and a touch of frenzy.
Why would her master go to the factory looking for her?
Could it be... she didn’t want to tell him about her hospitalization yesterday, and the excuse she used was that she was working overtime at his factory?
The astoundingly clever man immediately understood her meaning and couldn’t help but be ironic, "Are you sick? What does your master going to the factory to look for you have to do with me? Am I your servant? Here to run your errands?"
"No, no, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is, could you... maybe make a call to Manager Yang? Just tell him to inform my master that I am not at the factory anymore, that I’ve gone out to meet clients with you."
That last request, by the end, her voice was as slight as a mosquito’s.