The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 765, they are waiting for you to go back (2)

Chapter 765: 765, they are waiting for you to go back (2)

Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths curling up into identical arcs.

In the pitch-black eyes that shone with insight into the human heart, Ye Jiuliang rose and walked over.

About a meter away from him, she stopped.

Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, her chilly voice void of emotion, "It seems I misjudged you, I knew that our K organization’s people would never betray us."

Wang Shuo hung his head, remaining silent.

Across from him, Li Mochan with his sharp eyes noticed the slight movement of Wang Shuo’s hand hidden in his pocket, and his face darkened.

"Master Jiu, Mo Ce has a new plan coming up, and he..." Wang Shuo’s voice trailed off, a hint of ferocity flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Now was the moment.

He drew a dagger from his pocket, its blade glinting coldly, and thrust viciously towards Ye Jiuliang’s heart.

It was necessary for strangers entering Mo Garden to be searched; guns were certainly not allowed, and it was only because he had hidden the dagger so well that he managed to bring it in.

Ye Jiuliang was unfazed, as if she had anticipated his sudden attack, swiftly stepping aside and touching the protruding button on her wristwatch.

Just as she was about to counterattack, a tall figure rushed in front of her, the bone-chilling coldness as if emanating from an ancient ice cavern, shot up from the soles of her feet to her forehead.

Wang Shuo’s face slightly changed, bewildered before a fleeting shadow passed by.

His wrist was seized, and the dagger in his hand was kicked away.

Wang Shuo’s face instantly turned pale, the last bit of color draining from it.

A forceful twist was met with the faint sound of bones being displaced.

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth to stifle a pained grunt, and before he could strike back, a silver needle was thrust into his shoulder.

Li Mochan let go of him, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost.

A knee raised, and he kicked fiercely.

It didn’t matter to him if the man had amnesia or not, daring to target his wolf cub was unacceptable.

An intense pain exploded in his chest, and Wang Shuo was sent flying, crashing onto the cold marble floor.

"Bang—"

Ye Jiuliang walked to Li Mochan’s side, meeting his profound and icy gaze, and grinned.

It seemed her Li Mochan had been a bit too forceful in his kick.

Probably broke a rib or two.

Yet she could still smile, and Li Mochan flicked her forehead with his finger, his voice rising playfully, carrying a hint of indulgence, "You knew it was a ruse and still approached."

Ye Jiuliang sweetly replied, "But I have you, don’t I?"

"Hiss—"

Wang Shuo propped himself up with one hand, slowly pushing himself up.

Clutching his throbbing chest, breathing itself felt painful, perhaps this was what it felt like.

Before he could get up, a wave of weakness spread throughout his body, and he collapsed back to the floor.

"Thud—"

An expression of furious anger and frustration twisted Wang Shuo’s face.

Damn it, he had been careless.

He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly white shoes entered his field of vision.

The cool voice rang out above him, "Wang Shuo, it’s been years, yet you bring me quite a surprise."

She knew he was amnesiac and being manipulated, so she didn’t blame him. However, she was curious as to what Mo Ce had told him.

Wang Shuo faced her with anger but said nothing.

"Did Master Mo send you to act in front of me and tell you some bad things about me?" Ye Jiuliang continued to inquire.

"Or perhaps, he sent you to gain my trust and then take the opportunity to strike when I’m off guard?"

It was just a casual guess, but it hit the nail on the head concerning the thoughts of the elder Mr. Mo.

Wang Shuo pursed his lips tightly, looked up, and glared at her, his voice chillingly saying, "You don’t need to pry information from me, I won’t tell you anything. If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do it."

"Kill you?"

Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lip with a smile, "Why would I want to kill you? You’ve lost your memory and have been exploited by Mo Ce, you’re also a victim. Why would I kill you?"

Wang Shuo froze, a spark of confusion flickering through his eyes, involuntarily recalling the words Mo Chen had spoken to him in the car.

How did she know about his amnesia?

Watching his wooden expression, Ye Jiuliang squatted down, gazing at him intently, "Wang Shuo, have you truly forgotten K organization? Have you forgotten Mo Tian, too?"

He had been saved from the ring by her master years ago, almost like a lifesaver, which led to their acquaintance and the establishment of the K organization together.

Although he was two generations older than the four of them, they sometimes teased him by calling him uncle, but speaking seriously, he was more like their friend, a companion who fought alongside them.

Gazing into her insightful black eyes, Wang Shuo showed confusion, the doubts buried deep in his heart uncontrollably surfacing.

Mo Tian?

His brows knitted tightly, he tried to remember carefully, but found only emptiness deep within his brain.

He raised his hand to his head, plagued by a splitting headache.

"Ah——"

A woeful scream escaped his lips, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Ye Jiuliang, his voice hoarse, "Who exactly are you, who are you really..."

Ye Jiuliang grabbed his wrist, her fingertips pressing on his pulse.

As she distracted his attention, she commanded sternly, "I am Ye Jiuliang, you’d better recognize me clearly. I am Ye Jiuliang, and Chu Chen and the others are also waiting for you to come back, Wang Shuo, you need to come to your senses."

Her fingers left his pulse, Ye Jiuliang’s gaze swept over his bruised lips, her expression slightly darkened.

Mo Ce really was a suspicious character; not only had he exploited Wang Shuo, but he had also poisoned him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Her cool voice pierced his soul, Wang Shuo letting out a hoarse roar as he looked up.

His breath uneven, he gasped for air, suddenly fainting away.

Ye Jiuliang released her hand, her fingertips reaching to his nose, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

"Fainted?" Li Mochan walked up to her side, looked down at Wang Shuo, and asked in a muted voice.

Ye Jiuliang stood up and responded with a hum.

Stimulated and thus passed out, he should wake up soon.

"What’s the plan for dealing with him?" Li Mochan inquired.

"For the time being, find a room to lock him up," she said.

Wang Shuo has not yet regained his memory, leaving him free would only lead to endless trouble, allowing Mo Ce to exploit him further.

Li Mochan arched an eyebrow, still concerned, "If he wakes up in the middle of the night, won’t he escape if we lock him in a room?"

Ye Jiuliang shook her head, "Don’t worry about that. The drug from the silver needle will last until tomorrow night, he won’t have the strength to run away."

The most urgent task for her was to help him regain his memory quickly. Only then could they root out Mo Ce as soon as possible, instead of letting him continue to play dirty behind the scenes.

The two glanced simultaneously at the person lying unconscious on the ground, and Ye Jiuliang felt her heart sink upon remembering the poison in Wang Shuo.

Mo Ce, our account has just increased by yet another score.

...

The next day.

The old Mr. Ye hadn’t slept all night, a faint cyan shadow visible under his eyelids.

Aren walked into the bedroom carrying a cup of tea, observing the neat bed, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.

It seemed that the old master had spent the whole night sitting on the sofa.

"What brings you here so early?" The old Mr. Ye lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, asking in a downhearted tone.

Aren put the teacup on the table, his expression respectful as he said, "Master, there’s news from the group. Since yesterday, Miss Ye Yu has been frequently meeting with the directors. It seems she may be plotting something big."