Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 677 - 657: That Little Woman is His Achilles’ Heel
Boris, as a high-ranking official within the country and a core noble of both the Royal Family and the government, usually had his secretaries filter and then transfer any calls that came to his official residence.
Of course, except for Huo Zhenyang.
In the exquisitely decorated upper-level government office, it was Boris who personally answered the phone.
The moment he saw it was Huo Zhenyang calling, Boris thought of the complaint his daughter had made crying on the phone earlier that day, and he roughly guessed what it might be about. Nevertheless, he tried his best to control his emotions and greeted,
"It must be the middle of the night over there in China, isn’t it? What’s the matter that you’re calling at this time, looking for your uncle?"
"It’s about Xiaolei," the man said directly, his tone calm, revealing nothing of his mood.
Boris was startled, then sighed, "Xiaolei called me today. She said she had a quarrel with you and was crying messily, scared that you won’t forgive her. This child... ah, she has been spoiled by me since she was little. It’s her first time in China and the first time staying at someone else’s home. She might not be accustomed to it. Whatever the matter is, as her cousin, please don’t take it to heart, alright?"
Seeing his uncle changing the topic, Huo Zhenyang curled his thin lips, a cold glint emerging, but his tone remained unchanged, "We’ll settle that matter separately. Right now, I’m talking about something else."
Boris guessed what he was going to ask and swallowed, but still pretended ignorance, "What are you talking about? I... don’t understand."
"The woman was delivered right under my eyes; is there still a need to hide things, uncle? LO ran to my room in the middle of the night, undressing and desperately pleading not to leave the villa. If I still can’t guess that you’re insulting my intelligence, then what?"
Boris took a sharp breath and after a few seconds of silence, finally spoke up,
"Derek, leaving my only precious daughter in China as your secret mistress, you think I don’t feel heartache? But this is what the Royal Family has decided after deliberation, and we hope you can go along with our wishes. You’re already married, and of course, we won’t force you to divorce and marry Xiaolei. As long as Xiaolei stays by your side, the Royal Family will feel at ease. You understand."
It was as he expected.
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes darkened slightly, and he sneered, "Beiming Hall already reported back to you why I’m running for the mayor of China, right? S Country is your colony and always follows your lead internationally. Now, you’re terrified that I will control S Country’s economic lifelines and become too intimate with the S Country government, replacing your position in S Country. That’s why you sent a woman to be my mistress, hoping to stabilize my heart, to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, to prevent me from acting against A Country. Am I right, uncle?"
Boris flushed a bit with embarrassment, and though it was somewhat shameful, he still gritted his teeth,
"That’s right, I hope you can understand. Only in this way will our nation’s Royal Family and government feel a bit more at ease. With our person by your side, at least we know you still have a close connection with us. Derek, this really isn’t a loss for you. What we want is just a bit of reassurance, to know that you still regard us. If you accept Xiaolei, A Country will no longer bother you, and you’d have another woman to serve you. It’s a win-win."
His breath cool and thin, he didn’t hide his disdain, "I’ve always known that high society uses daughters for marriage alliances, but I had thought uncle wouldn’t, given that Xiaolei is your only daughter, spoiled from childhood into a treasured possession. I suppose you didn’t hesitate to sell her after raising her for over twenty years? And for such a cheap price at that, sending her to be an underground mistress, huh."
Boris’s face turned awkward, his cheeks reddening a few shades.
"I don’t need a mistress. Let’s end this matter here," he declared firmly.
Boris caught on and blurted out, "You’re a successful man; it’s normal to have mistresses by your side. It would be abnormal not to have one! My LO, beautiful and gracious, is of noble and pure lineage, and not a bit inferior to the illegitimate daughter you married!"
Illegitimate daughter?
Huo Zhenyang’s brows darkened slightly, a ghostly chill surfacing, "Pure lineage? It only matters when I’m raising dogs."
Boris heard him ruthlessly insult his daughter as a dog and turned crimson with embarrassment, knowing that mentioning Jiayi as an illegitimate daughter had hit upon a matter his nephew couldn’t tolerate.
Four years ago, in S Country, for this Asian woman, his nephew had pointed a gun at his neck on the castle terrace of the Ya Family and forcefully put him on a plane back to his country, a matter Boris had not forgotten.
That little woman really was his Achilles’ heel.
Not only harm, even verbal insults were unacceptable.
Boris had just blurted out in a moment of excitement and immediately softened his tone:
"If you take in Xiaolei, it won’t affect your marriage to Miss Chu. Everything in your life will remain as usual, and the government and the Royal Family of A Country will trust you from now on. Beiming Hall came to China to investigate you, and you’ve just experienced it. Aren’t you fed up yet? If you insist on opposing them, as an uncle, I can only remind you that no government of any country, no matter how tolerant or democratic, will yield in the face of interests. You should know that S Country has always been our colony, under our jurisdiction. By using peacekeeping as an excuse, you’ve monopolized the economy of S Country behind the scenes, and I cannot guarantee what measures our Royal Family might take. Derek, you are a smart man. Women and career, I believe you can balance them well."
Huo Zhenyang’s face twitched slightly, and a stormy gloom gathered between his deep-set features.
The incident with Nie Yixiao made him realize that the crime investigation organization of the United Nations was currently investigating him.
If he pressed A Country too hard, he could end up between a rock and a hard place.
He had weathered all sorts of storms on his way up.
Now, he had the backing of a powerful consortium and forces; any trouble seemed trivial to him, but some unnecessary troubles were best avoided if possible.
Moreover, he had just gotten that little woman, and Zaizai.
He was no longer alone, and naturally, he had more concerns to consider.
It was indeed unnecessary to completely fall out with A Country.
After pondering for a few seconds, he hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, someone tapped on the study door, and George came in. He was privy to all the Boss’s affairs, no matter how big or small. He had a good idea of what had just happened after Xiaolei’s disruption, and he said in a low voice:
"Boss, the plane tickets are booked. We can send Miss Chu to the plane anytime."
Behind the desk, his tall figure slightly turned in the swivel chair with the computer.
His eyelid flickered: "No need."
George was surprised: "Does the Boss mean not to send Miss Chu back to her country? To let her stay?"
"Hmm. Take her to the apartment on Mira Road tomorrow. You go arrange that."
Seeing the Boss had made his decision, George did not ask further and turned to leave.
The night deepened.
Huo Zhenyang glanced at the clock, it was almost dawn, and he stood up.
Just then, a slight noise came from outside the study door.
