Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 492 - 490: Be Good, Listen

The two reporters who had seen Mr. Huo browsing the supermarket with a mother and child for half the day were somewhat puzzled, but it didn’t seem like too big of a deal compared to the pressing rumors of Mr. Huo’s illness, so they didn’t ask further questions for the time being.

Jiayi said, "I am a servant from Mr. Huo’s villa in Yunling City."

Oh, so that’s how it is, the two reporters sighed in relief. It wasn’t unusual for a servant to accompany their employer to buy groceries, so that explained it.

They had initially thought maybe Mr. Huo had suddenly sprung up a three or four-year-old son and a mistress.

Jiayi stood tall, continuing with righteous indignation:

"I am Mr. Huo’s maid, so of course I know best about Mr. Huo’s health. As you all can see, ever since Mr. Huo returned to the country, he has been ceaselessly occupied with acquisitions and mergers, and now he is relentlessly campaigning for the mayoralty, often attending various dinners and cocktail parties. Do you think someone like that looks like they’re seriously ill? Obviously, someone is intentionally smearing Mr. Huo, and you all actually believed it! Laughable!"

Perhaps because the young maid in front of them seemed innocent and harmless, not the type to lie, the two reporters actually hesitated for a moment.

They were well aware that the eve of a competition is when things get most intense, and to undermine a rival, any sort of rumor could be fabricated. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As a popular candidate for mayor of Yunling City, it was quite normal for Mr. Huo to be maliciously slandered.

This news, naturally, must have been deliberately leaked to the press by Mr. Huo’s rivals.

It’s just that since Mr. Huo went to America a few years ago, rumors about his illness being the reason for his departure had been circulating in the industry, which is why the reporters sought to inquire in detail.

Huo Zhenyang unexpectedly glanced at the small woman speaking so confidently, and his mood, which had been soured by the reporters, brightened for no reason, causing the corners of his lips to lift.

Just then, the sound of footsteps hurried into the garage, and the bodyguards who followed Mr. Huo emerged, grabbing the arms of the two reporters.

Jiayi recognized them, they were Mr. Huo’s personal bodyguards.

Huo Zhenyang leaned down, his voice deep, "Get in the car first."

Jiayi hesitated, "But..." Seeing him handle the reporters alone made her worry.

"Be good, listen to me," he insisted, leaning close and repeating by her ear with a voice that was reassuring and brooked no argument.

Finally, Jiayi got into the car.

Huo Zhenyang glanced at the two figures, large and small, inside the car, then turned and walked towards the two reporters.

The man before them had deep eyes like an ancient well, emitting a chilling glimmer that made the two reporters shiver.

"Sorry, Mr. Huo, we were too quick to believe the rumors. It won’t happen again," they said.

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

However, Huo Zhenyang seemed as if he hadn’t heard them and slowly raised his hand, separating the fingertips to grab a reporter’s chin. His voice seemed to rise from the depths of hell, "Who spread the rumors to the press?"

"We don’t know, Mr. Huo. As you know, these kinds of inflammatory tips always come through anonymous emails with hidden IP addresses. There’s not a single clue, no way to trace the source," the reporter replied.

Huo Zhenyang’s fingers slid down to the reporter’s throat, and with a dull creak, his gaze turned mocking and indifferent, "Oh? Not a single clue at all?"

The reporter gasped for air, his complexion turning purple as he nearly passed out!

The other reporter from Fruit Evening News, scared and sweating profusely, realized the reason why nobody in G City’s media would dare offend Mr. Huo—it certainly wasn’t unfounded!

Watching his colleague nearly suffocate, the Evening News reporter dared not hide any details, his face mournful, "Mr. Huo, we really don’t know who sent the email. It only instructed us to question you about your serious illness which hasn’t healed yet during your campaign speech the day after tomorrow. We wanted to verify beforehand out of fear that the email contained false information."

The campaign speech the day after tomorrow was an occasion where media from The Seven Coastal Cities would gather. If these reporters from the two newspapers were to throw out such a question, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar and lead to an uncontrollable situation.

He concealed his illness and didn’t announce it, which certainly damaged his image, and led the government and citizens to consider him irresponsible.

By then, a public relations crisis would emerge, and his position as mayor could be in grave danger.

And who would benefit? Naturally, it would be those competitors of his.

His fingers relaxed, thoughtful, the reporter lost his balance and stumbled to the ground.

"Boss, should we teach these two a lesson?" a bodyguard asked.

The two reporters were terrified, "Mr. Huo, we won’t bother you again! Let’s pretend this never happened! If anyone slanders you in the future, we definitely won’t believe them!"

Huo Zhenyang was impatient, "Let them go."

These two reporters, mere pawns of others, were not worth his effort; the ones who truly wanted to see him fall were watching the drama unfold from behind.

The bodyguards stepped back, and the reporters thanked them a few times before running off in a panic.

"Find out who our friend is. Since they like to play, I’m up for the game," Huo Zhenyang’s eyes darkened as he paused and then got into the car.

"Yes, Boss," the bodyguard responded respectfully.

Once in the car, Huo Zhenyang saw the mother and son looking at him, tapped the steering wheel, and changed direction: "What? Am I that good-looking?"

Jiayi took a breath, "Are you alright, Mr. Huo?"

"It was nothing but a minor annoyance from a clown. What could happen?" He spoke nonchalantly and then turned his neck, "What, not buckling your seatbelt? Need me to help you again?"

Jiayi’s face flushed with embarrassment, and without saying anything more, she hurriedly buckled her seatbelt.

——

The pre-election speech was scheduled in the grand hall of Shengjing Hotel.

And in the blink of an eye, the day arrived.

The speech was set for ten o’clock on a Saturday morning.

Just before eight, Jiayi arrived at Disheng as usual to clean.

She had barely reached the villa when the cars destined for the hotel were parked in the courtyard, with a bodyguard vehicle accompanying them.

Ade stood beside the cars with a group of bodyguards, waiting for their master to leave for the hotel.

As Jiayi approached the villa, she stopped at the front door.

Mrs. Hui and several maids stood by, serving Huo Zhenyang who was dressed in an exquisite and composed black suit, his profile and temples neatly groomed, tall and upright, his figure ramrod straight, appearing like a perfect ancient Greek statue. He was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor, waiting for the time to depart.

This was an important day for him, so naturally, he was dressed more lavishly and meticulously than usual, extremely handsome to the point of being breathtaking.

The sound of light footsteps broke Jiayi’s reverie.

Su Yan approached the man and deftly adjusted his tie, her voice gentle, "Are you ready?"

Today Su Yan was also dressed in a purple suit, looking proper and elegant as she prepared to accompany him as an assistant to the hotel.

Over the past few years in America, Su Yan had been the one to organize and arrange everything before every major business event. This time it was the public speech before the mayoral election; she would surely not be absent and was certain to stay by Huo Zhenyang’s side.