72: Chapter 73 Collision (1) 72: Chapter 73 Collision (1) “Mm.”
His deep, resonant voice hummed from his nose, carrying an undeniable authority.
The woman pushed open the door, revealing an enormous office—understated yet luxurious in decor.
Despite being in the United States, everything about the furnishings and layout exuded the unmistakable antique charm of Huaxia Country.
Upon entering, the woman immediately detected the rich aroma of tobacco that filled the office.
The large mahogany window lattice was slightly ajar, casting a faint glow against the darkening sky.
It was evening in Huaxia Country at this time, but in the United States, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Situ Xuan was seated in the center of the office on a large leather sofa.
His fingertips held a half-smoked cigar, with a long ash formed at the end, indicating that he had been in this position for quite some time.
He sat with his eyes closed, as if gathering his energy, with his other hand propping up his forehead against the armrest of the sofa.
The woman glanced down and saw several burnt-out cigars in the crystal ashtray in front of him.
Clearly, he hadn’t slept all night.
A wisp of smoke rose slowly from the lit cigar, shrouding him in a faint, haze-like aura.
The woman placed the photograph on the desk in front of him, yet he did not open his eyes.
Ya Jiayi rarely saw the boss so distracted.
In her eyes, Situ Xuan was omnipotent, a deity-like figure who, at a young age, had taken over the century-old Situ Family Clan and expanded its glory.
Whether it was the underworld or the mainstream, black or white, everyone bowed before him!
Of course, such a man naturally had his dislikes.
the person in the photograph.
Situ,” Ya Jiayi called softly, with both respect and admiration.
“Mm,” Situ Xuan opened his gray-blue eyes, which resembled the dawn sky—still not fully bright, filled with a sense of danger and mystery.
His great-grandmother was a Rockefeller, so he naturally inherited some Caucasian traits.
His skin was paler than that of a typical Asian, and his figure was more slender.
At first glance, it was hard to associate such a young and handsome man with the formidable leader of the overseas Chinese mafia that rumors spoke of—the new head of the Situ Family Clan.
Yet, with the most ruthless measures, he eliminated all who stood in his way and rose to become the darling of the heavens!
Stubbing out the rest of his cigar, his slender fingers gently picked up the photograph on the desk.
“This is the latest publicity still circulating of the star Yu Zexiao,” Ya Jiayi replied conscientiously, “Yu Zexiao recently starred in a TV drama—the kind that appeals to young audiences—and it’s very popular in Huaxia.
There’s a lot of online buzz about his rumored affair with the female lead.”
She couldn’t understand why Situ Xuan would take an interest in a little singing and dancing star.
She had looked into Yu Zexiao’s background and knew he came from the Huanyu Group, which was mainly focused on Asia and had almost nothing to do with their Situ Family.
Situ Xuan, who typically stayed out of irrelevant affairs, had surprisingly ordered her to inform him of everything concerning Yu Zexiao, no matter how trivial.
Moreover, the scandal involving Yu Zexiao and this female star was, in her eyes, obviously nothing more than a low-level publicity stunt!