Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 766 - 746 The Man Behind the Curtain Emerges (Part Two)
"I rather hope that woman doesn’t end up in jail," the man’s voice rose in a haunting tone, sounding quite intrigued.
Startled, Su Yan asked, "What do you mean?"
"Because this might be my chance to take back control of the Huo Family," he said, his voice lowering to become even more sinister.
He had originally planned to use Huo Zhenyang’s underground dealings with S Country to have Su Yan find evidence and threaten Huo Zhenyang into leaving Huo Group.
But the evidence proved to be far too difficult to find.
He was at his wits’ end.
The incident where Su Yan accidentally killed Huo Zhenyang’s cousin had reignited his hope.
In this world, perhaps no one knew better than he did how much Huo Zhenyang valued that young woman. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
While handling the aftermath for Su Yan that day, he instructed his subordinates to destroy the surveillance footage of her entering and leaving the apartment, but he kept a card up his sleeve.
He saved the surveillance footage of Jiayi entering the apartment separately.
Meaning, at this moment, only he held the evidence that could save that woman.
This time, it would be an excellent opportunity to trip up Huo Zhenyang.
*
Days passed in a flurry.
Possibly due to the call from the man behind the scenes, Su Yan had been restless for several days.
In the evening, she left the Haodu Building accompanied by her assistant.
Just as she stepped out, she saw a black Bentley parked at the bottom of the stairs.
In the twilight’s afterglow, the car’s elegant, prestigious, and finely crafted steel body reflected a cold shimmer.
It seemed to have been waiting for quite a while.
The assistant noticed the person in the car: "Mrs. Huo, it’s the young master. It seems he’s here to see you," he said.
Su Yan shivered, recalling the words of the person on the phone. Indeed, he was right.
Huo Zhenyang had really come to find her in person.
At that moment, the Bentley’s door opened, and George stepped out and walked down the steps, his tone indifferent, "Madam, please get in the car. The young master has something to say to you."
Su Yan struggled to steady her thoughts and signaled for her assistant to fetch her car.
Once the assistant had left, she slowly approached the Bentley.
George opened the door for her, and she bent down to get in.
Huo Zhenyang sat on the deep brown crocodile leather sofa seat, silent and rigid, his profile as immaculately crafted as a sculpture.
The golden twilight outside the car window draped over his tense and resolute contours, half in light and half in shadow, causing Su Yan to unconsciously get goosebumps, restraining her panic, "Do you... have something to talk to me about?"
"And you don’t know what I want to talk to you about?" he replied, his voice detached, revealing no hint of emotion.
It was precisely because of this that Su Yan felt an unspeakable terror.
Feigning calm like nothing was wrong, she chuckled soundlessly, "I’m no prophet, how could I know why you want to see me—"
Before she could finish, she abruptly stopped speaking, feeling a cold draft as a strong hand grasped her slender throat.
The fingertips pressed in forcefully, inch by inch, tightening their grip around her neck—
Her pupils dilated in horror as she stared at the majestic man before her, who now resembled a ferocious demon king.
If he applied even slightly more force, she had no doubt her throat would shatter.
The man leaned closer to the trembling Su Yan, his words cold and detached yet like those of a bloodthirsty hunter, "Still don’t know?"
"I... I don’t understand what you’re saying... let go... cough cough... I am your stepmother... I’m your elder... what are you doing... cough cough... you can’t treat me like this... help..."
Su Yan’s hands desperately clutched the leather seat, trying to struggle free.
She truly believed this man was capable of strangling her to death in his rage, right there in the car!
No matter who she was to him, no matter if they were on a busy street!
The force of his grip increased, embedding deeply into her neck and causing her throat bone to make a cracking sound.
Su Yan could hardly breathe, her high heels kicking about wildly, thudding dully against the luxurious car seats.
George noticed the commotion in the car, his expression subtly changing. He leaned close to the window and whispered in a low voice, "Boss."
What was most important now was to pry some information out of Su Yan’s mouth to find a way to save the young mistress.
Even if Su Yan deserved to die, now was not the time.
Moreover, what the Boss cared about most at the moment wasn’t the life and death of Su Yan, but that of the young mistress.
George’s reminder helped the man in the car stabilize his emotions. He loosened his grip, sat upright, and lightly straightened his slightly disheveled collar.
Clutching her waist, Su Yan gasped for air, still in shock. She felt a stabbing pain as she touched her neck, frightened and scared, her hand reaching for the car door, trying to escape.
After tugging at it twice, she realized the car door was locked tight, and there was no way out.
Turning her head as she caught her breath, she demanded, "What the hell do you want? Let me out of the car! Now!"
Huo Zhenyang had regained his composure but his demeanor was still as cold as the frost of deep winter, chilling to the bone.
He didn’t have time to waste with her. His deep eyes emitting a cold glare, he got straight to the point, "The matter with LO, it involves you."
A cold sweat broke out on Su Yan’s back. She continued frantically pulling on the door, trying to get out. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t make unfounded accusations without evidence!"
Yet, he continued in a chilling tone,
"You couldn’t have handled the situation on your own, nor would you have thought of framing someone else. Speak, who is the person who’s been helping you from behind the scenes? I want to see him."
He couldn’t be bothered to talk to her anymore.
So, it was best to meet the king directly.
Su Yan felt the chill through her body.
Huo Zhenyang proposed to meet him directly...
That man clearly understood Huo Zhenyang’s psyche all too well.
At that moment, her hands finally clicked open the car lock.
The car door opened.
Su Yan, in a blind panic, stumbled out of the car.
Right then, Su Yan’s assistant had retrieved the car and had driven over.
Without looking back, Su Yan hurriedly pulled open the car door.
Getting into the car, she quickly instructed her assistant to drive away.
George glanced at the Boss inside the car, "Boss, should we bring Mrs. Huo back?"
Huo Zhenyang was indifferent, "No need. She’ll convey my words to that person."
*
Two nights later.
Having just left the city hall, Huo Zhenyang had just gotten into the car when he received a text message with no caller ID.
After the divorce, there were fewer reporters camped outside the Boss’s office. George smoothly drove the car onto the road. Glancing up, he saw the Boss with downcast eyelids, staring intently at his phone.
"What is it, Boss. Who called?" George had a premonition.
"Drive. To Dock No. 3 in the Harbor District," Huo Zhenyang’s eyes narrowed, quickly concealing his sharp gaze.
The car raced through the streets, and in less than an hour, they reached the Harbor District, far from the city center.
Stopping at Dock No. 3, Huo Zhenyang got out of the car.
From a speedboat by the seashore, a middle-aged man disembarked and approached, sizing up the tall and handsome man before confirming his identity. He said, "Mr. Huo, please board the speedboat alone with me."
"Boss, I’ll go with you," George immediately said.
"Our master said, he only wants to meet with Mr. Huo alone," the middle-aged man stressed with a threatening tone, "unless Mr. Huo doesn’t want to talk."
Huo Zhenyang’s thin lips revealed a trace of scorn, "I’ll go with you."
