Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 761 - 741: Can He Come to See Me Tomorrow (Part 3)
Fang Yao reported her name.
The security guard made a phone call, said a few words, and then told Fang Yao, "Miss Fang, please wait a moment."
A few minutes later, George walked out of the villa area, his gaze fell on Fang Yao’s car at the entrance, and he approached, calling out politely, "Miss Fang, is there anything you need with the Boss?"
Fang Yao didn’t want to waste time, she slammed the car door shut, got out of the car, and walked over, "I visited Jiayi today. She’s in very poor spirits and feeling quite down. I want Derek to see her tomorrow."
George hesitated for a moment, then calmly replied, "I will pass the message to the Boss. Please go back, Miss Fang."
Fang Yao’s expression changed slightly, as if she was being brushed off or treated like a fool. It was obvious he was giving her the brush-off, "What do you mean ’will pass the message’? Is he going or not?"
George said nothing, and after a while, he finally spoke, "Anyway, I will tell the Boss."
Fang Yao raised an eyebrow, not bothering to talk further with him, she pushed past him and headed straight into the villa area, "Fine, I won’t talk to you, I’ll ask him myself—"
George’s eyebrows knitted slightly, he stretched out his arm to block her, "Miss Fang, the Boss hasn’t said he wants to see visitors."
What was that supposed to mean?
Fang Yao was getting annoyed, retorting sarcastically, "I just want to ask him one question and get a straight answer!"
Perhaps it was the commotion of the two pulling and tugging that caught the attention of the reporters near the entrance; they all looked over.
Of course, the reporters recognized George and knew he was Huo Zhenyang’s personal bodyguard, so their interest shifted immediately to them.
Some even picked up their cameras.
George’s eyes darkened, he glanced at the crowd nearby and intensified his tone towards Fang Yao,
"Miss Fang, please don’t force one’s hand! Otherwise, you can’t blame me for being discourteous!"
Fang Yao, seeing his resistance, understood Huo Zhenyang’s intentions and her heart suddenly turned cold,
"Has he actually no intention of visiting Jiayi?"
George glanced at the reporters who were staring intently in their direction, raising his voice, coldly, "You know the Boss’s status. To avoid suspicion, it’s not appropriate for him to visit the young mistress at this time. This is to maintain the openness, fairness, and integrity of the case, as well as for the young mistress’s case. Plus, the Boss is currently busy with a lot of affairs."
Fang Yao laughed in anger, but thinking of Jiayi’s request, she had to suppress her temper, "Stop lecturing me with all these lofty principles! Just one visit, the visiting time is only ten minutes, is that also not acceptable?"
George was as rigid as iron, insisting, "Miss Fang, please don’t make the Boss uncomfortable. If you go to the detention center again, just tell the young mistress to stay calm, that’s enough."
Saying that, he turned to leave.
Stay calm? How could she possibly stay calm?!
To say nothing of a young woman, even a man, when thrown into a dark and dismal cell, constantly living in fear of the courtroom and prison, would break down mentally, wouldn’t they?
At this moment, a husband’s hug and a few words of comfort were incredibly important for a woman.
Regardless of his reasons, he shouldn’t refuse!
Fang Yao watched George’s retreating figure, her heart completely chilled, trembling with anger, she impulsively took off her expensive red-soled high heels and threw them forcefully in George’s direction,
"Busy? Busy with what rubbish! How can he still have time to eat and sleep if he’s so busy? I even spoke well of him in front of Auntie Li and Jiayi, pah, to think I was blind, your boss is just scum!"
With a "thwack," the three-inch stiletto heel hit George squarely on the back of his head.
The tall, burly figure paused for a moment.
George touched the back of his head, feeling a trace of blood.
It seemed he’d been hit hard enough to break the skin.
He frowned deeply, this woman, she sure had a fiery temper!
No, to call her a woman was to give her too much credit; she was even cruder than a man.
Even the most composed nature couldn’t stop George from wanting to curse up a storm.
Hitting a woman? No, that would make him look too LOW. Although she hardly qualified as a woman.
Not to hit? As a soldier who had been on the battlefields of the Middle East, if he let her treat him like this, how could he hold his head up high!
His eyes narrowed fiercely as he picked up Fang Yao’s red Christian Louboutin, his fingers curled, and with a snap, the heel broke off.
Fang Yao also saw George had been hit and was bleeding, and she gasped in shock.
Angry as she was, his developed biceps, chest muscles, and abs could pack a punch she wouldn’t be able to withstand!
She quickly crouched down to pick up the broken heel, scrambled into her car, and zoomed off with a whoosh.
*
Huo Mansion.
George, holding the back of his head, walked into the entrance hall.
Auntie Li opened the door and was startled to see him in such a state: "What happened? How did delivering a message turn out like this?"
George was usually reserved and stoic, an immovable mountain; it was indeed rare to see him so disheveled.
George asked Auntie Li to get some tissues. After wiping the blood, he frowned, said nothing, and went straight into the living room.
"Boss," George stood firm, regaining his resolute expression.
"What did Fang Yao come here for?" The man’s voice was hoarse from days without proper rest. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
"The young madam asked Miss Fang to deliver a message, she wants the Boss to visit her tomorrow."
A few seconds of silence.
The air seemed to congeal.
Finally, his thick lashes lowered, hiding the depths of his eyes, "Did you send her away."
Even if the Boss hadn’t instructed him, George of course understood the Boss’s decided feelings, he nodded, "Yes."
He calmed his fluctuating emotions, returned to his usual cool demeanor, and his voice chilled as he shifted the topic:
"How’s the matter you were instructed to handle going."
"These past few days, I’ve had someone secretly watching Mrs. Huo. However, since Miss Xiao’s murder, Mrs. Huo’s behavior has been pretty normal; she still goes to work at Haodu Building every day, hasn’t been in contact with any strangers, and her reaction has been very calm, nothing unusual." George reported carefully and couldn’t help but add, "Does the Boss really suspect that Miss Xiao’s case is... related to Mrs. Huo?"
Huo Zhenyang neither confirmed nor denied it, his hands crossed, resting on his tense, handsome jawline.
Even without any evidence, Su Yan still couldn’t escape being his prime suspect.
"Very calm? Then there’s a problem," he said coldly.
George understood what the Boss meant by that.
Miss Xiao was close to Mrs. Huo, whether genuinely or not, with Miss Xiao now dead, Mrs. Huo, at the very least, should put on an act, expressing some grief.
Either come to Huo Mansion to offer condolences or go to Boris’s place to mourn.
But now, Mrs. Huo was too calm, as if she was trying her best to distance herself from Miss Xiao’s murder.
So, a possibility was that Mrs. Huo was involved in Xiaolei’s death.
Out of guilt, afraid that speaking more would lead to more mistakes, she avoided the matter as much as possible.
However, all these were mere suspicions with no evidence to back them up.
With this in mind, George spoke up, "Boss, I will continue to have someone monitor Mrs. Huo around the clock. If Mrs. Huo is really connected to this, we will definitely find some clues."
