Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 653 - 633: For Her, Of Course It’s Worth It
The car door "whooshed" open, startling in the quiet night.
A middle-aged man in a black suit emerged in the back seat, his features bold and authoritative, his presence commanding without anger. He was surrounded by several men dressed similarly, looking like subordinates.
One of the subordinates stepped down and reached out to the SUV, "Mr. Nie, please get in."
The middle-aged man in the car was the head of ISM’s Asia region, as well as Nie Yixiao’s superior.
Nie Yixiao did not refuse and got into the car expressionlessly.
The door of the SUV shut, and it sped away from the apartment.
Barreling along the road, the SUV came to a stop at a secluded bay.
The middle-aged man and Nie Yixiao got out of the car, one after another, standing by the harbor,
with the night wind chilling to the bone. The middle-aged man looked at Nie Yixiao with an even colder tone, "Have you completed your mission?"
Nie Yixiao replied indifferently, "I have let the organization down, sorry. I failed in this mission."
The middle-aged man sneered, "You did not just let the organization down. You betrayed the organization!"
"I don’t understand what you mean," he responded, his tone even and calm.
"You infiltrated Huo Zhenyang’s wedding last night and even entered his presidential suite for quite some time. With your capabilities, don’t tell me that you could not find any trace of evidence. But your phone has been off since yesterday. You sent away the two subordinates who accompanied you to China. You are avoiding us and do not want to turn over the evidence."
Nie Yixiao did not defend himself, his gaze quietly fixed on the sea.
The middle-aged man knew he was conceding and his face darkened, "Were you bought out by the Huo Family?"
In their line of work, secretly investigating major international crime cases, targeting big figures, the temptations were naturally much greater than in other fields. There were not a few colleagues who had defected from the organization, swayed by the interests of the other side.
Nie Yixiao’s lips curved, a hint of scorn emerging, "In this world, no one can buy me."
"Then what is it for?" the middle-aged man asked, pained, "If you hand over the evidence now, I can let the past be the past and will not report this. But if you continue to go against the organization, there’s nothing I can do!"
Nie Yixiao turned to look at his superior, "I’ll say it again, I failed in my mission and am willing to face demotion or any punishment. There is no evidence."
The middle-aged man was furious, "Do you think this is how you repay the organization that nurtured you for so many years? You’ve achieved this position at such a young age not easily. I’m about to be promoted, and if this mission was successful, my position would have been yours. You could have had an unlimited future—"
"Sir, I formally request to withdraw from ISM," Nie Yixiao said.
The middle-aged man was shocked, having fought for so many years, was he now proposing to quit and give up his ISM title?
It seemed that this elite, who had cultivated many notable achievements, might indeed have been bought by the Huo Family.
He then sneered, "Do you think you can come and go from the organization as you please, like walking through a vegetable garden door? You should be clear about the warnings and regulations when joining ISM; we are even stricter than Interpol. An undercover Interpol agent meets a bad end if they fail, not to mention us."
If Nie Yixiao were an ordinary member perhaps it could be overlooked, but as an elite and core figure of ISM, he was privy to many critical internal details. How could they allow him to simply walk away?
Moreover, he was now suspected of being bought by the Huo Family.
If this elite member really were to join the Huo Family and reveal ISM’s secrets to the outside world, ISM’s mystique would vanish, and many agents working on investigations could be exposed.
Nie Yixiao was well aware that the organization would not easily let him go. Turning towards the open sea, his eyes narrowed slightly, and in a sudden move, his hand slipped into his jacket and out again, a glint of metal shining eerily in the night. He quickly raised the gun and aimed directly at his superior.
"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man exclaimed in shock.
By the SUV, several of ISM’s subordinates evidently saw this too. They drew their guns and closed in, aiming at Nie Yixiao.
"Nie Yixiao, have you lost your mind!" the middle-aged man bellowed, protected by his men.
"Mr. Nie, put the gun down. Or else we won’t be polite," one of them warned.
"I’m warning you for the last time, put the gun down!"
Nie Yixiao’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smile against the backdrop of the deep blue sea, exuding a sinister determination.
From the age of eighteen until now, he had dedicated so much to this cause, even sacrificing his own love.
But now, he truly was tired.
The only way to exit the organization smoothly was—
He held the gun, facing into the wind with his tall frame, continuing to walk slowly step by step towards his superior. He neither fired nor dropped the weapon, as if intentionally provoking the organization’s people to shoot him.
"Sir Nie, last warning, please put down the firearm!"
"Nie Yixiao, I order you to stop! Otherwise, we will open fire."
"Why are you giving up your future, your life for this? Is it worth it?"
Like Neptune arriving on land, he faced the people from the organization, resolute and unflinching, continuing to advance, his steps unwavering, a faint scorn flickering in his eyes.
Worth it.
For her, it was certainly worth it.
This might be the only thing he could do for her.
***
A loud "bang" jolted Jiayi awake from her nightmare!
Sweating profusely, she sat up in bed, panting for a while before she could calm down, yet her heart continued to race.
Outside the window, night was at its deepest, thick as ink, still a long way from dawn. She could not fall back asleep.
She had a nightmare in which she saw Brother Yixiao bloodied, standing in front of her with a fixed smile, gazing at her.
Though she knew it was a dream, the feeling of reality was exceptionally strong. She wanted to rush over and ask what happened to him, but she couldn’t utter a single word.
It wasn’t until she watched him collapse that she screamed, breaking free from the nightmare.
A bad premonition grew stronger in her heart. Brother Yixiao couldn’t really be in trouble, could he—
He was currently caught in a crossfire. On one side, if Huo Zhenyang found out about his actions, he would surely scour the city for him. On the other, having failed to complete his mission, would his organization let him off easily?
Could he really be in trouble?
No.
It must be because she’d been thinking about him all day and hadn’t gotten through to Nie Yixiao’s phone all night that she had such a chaotic dream.
Harboring a sense of trepidation, she lay down again and closed her eyes.
*
For two days, Jiayi had felt somewhat uneasy.
Latter, she tried calling Nie Yixiao again, but the phone was still off.
At night, just after dusk, the sky darkened.
Jiayi was helping Zaizai with his kindergarten homework when she faintly heard a voice from downstairs:
"The young master has returned."
