My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1094: Third Young Master Goes Missing

Hurriedly, he picked up the phone and dialed a regular cell number, but the signal still wasn’t going through.

The two men exchanged a glance, both feeling a tense sense of crisis.

"Check with civil aviation; they have to file a flight plan with the local air traffic control before taking off," a clear, calm voice called out, its poise undisturbed, floating down from upstairs.

Both men looked up to see Ye Lu descending the stairs slowly, her expression composed, her voice crisp and sharp.

Upon seeing her, Feiyu’s face darkened. She must have watched the video, and yet she acted as if nothing was amiss. Hearing that Third Young Master Jun was in trouble, she didn’t show the slightest hint of panic.

Such a heartless woman.

"Humph, I can’t believe you’d actually care about Third Young Master," he said with hostility in his tone. Yet he knew Ye Lu made sense and immediately grabbed the phone to check with civil aviation through some connections.

Then his face turned even uglier.

"What’s going on?" Yan Su had an even worse premonition.

Feiyu’s face was grim: "They filed their flight path and take-off time, but when it came time, they didn’t take off."

"That means they never boarded the plane," said Yan Su in utter astonishment, "That’s not normal. If they didn’t get on the plane, their regular phones should be reachable. Hurry, try calling a few more people."

The two of them set to work, dialing several subordinates who had gone with them, and to their shock, not a single call went through. Both men turned pale, and at the same time, they realized that Third Young Master Jun must be in danger—they had never encountered such a situation before!

Ye Lu looked at their tense, pale faces, and her heart skipped a beat; her fingers clenched tight, nails digging into her flesh, her breathing quickened.

Although she appeared calm and collected without a trace of distress, she knew this was not the time to be upset. If she wallowed in the pain she had just felt, she would collapse, which would only cause trouble and wouldn’t be of any help.

So, she forced herself to stop grieving, to stay calm and composed.

If Third Young Master Jun really was in trouble, at least she could take his place and control the situation—this would truly be the way to help him.

Unexpectedly, instead of news about Third Young Master Jun’s return, she was faced with his disappearance and inability to make contact.

Ye Lu didn’t know what had happened to him, but she knew that he must be in a dangerous position.

But they were in the country and couldn’t know the specifics or have any way to help; they could only fret. Ye Lu’s mind raced, and suddenly she bit her lip—no, rather than waiting anxiously and helplessly here, she’d be better off going to him. She wanted to be by his side, to help him, to fight together with him.

"Feiyu, prepare the helicopter immediately, we’re flying there!" she commanded loudly. There was no time to lose; they had to hurry over as fast as possible to help Third Young Master Jun sooner.

Feiyu looked at her in astonishment before his face settled into one of disdain: "You don’t have the authority to command me."

"You just slapped me," she retorted, pointing to her still swollen left cheek, her voice cold.

Feiyu caught his breath and turned his face away, irritated: "Do you want to complain to Third Young Master so he can punish me? I’m not afraid—I dared to hit you."

Although he said so, he still felt a twinge of trepidation.

Ye Lu was Third Young Master’s treasure, a gem so precious he feared it would melt in his hands. Even losing a single hair was not allowed. He had slapped Third Young Master’s darling, and there was no way Third Young Master wouldn’t explode in rage and let him off the hook.

"Punish you? Why would I punish you?" she asked.

"What game are you playing? Don’t you harbor resentment and intend to complain?" he asked.

Ye Lu’s eyes were like glaze, clear and bright with a faint luster, as she quietly watched Feiyu.

"Why should I harbor resentment? I think you were right to slap me." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Update 8 is complete, comrades, don’t be anxious. On the 13th, Di Zi has a big recommendation, and the editor requires Di Zi to write at least 30,000 words. Di Zi is working hard to write, and when the time comes, there will be a major release.