The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 196 - 196 196 Brushing Past Each Other

196: Chapter 196: Brushing Past Each Other 196: Chapter 196: Brushing Past Each Other “What did you say, the European Royal Hospital?” Hephesto suddenly stood up.

If he could control Ye Shikai’s family, then Ye would surely be hesitant to act.

This information is important.

“Exactly, and there are no experts around her.

As long as we make our move, it will surely be an easy catch,” Poseidon said with a smile.

“That sounds good, but kidnapping someone at the European Royal Hospital isn’t an easy task, especially with our identities, it could easily cause problems,” Apollo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.

“The European Royal Hospital has official influences, making a move inside would definitely bring trouble, especially if that woman is there…”

“Shut up, Apollo, you’re too timid.

With that attitude, how can you ever defeat Hades?” Hephesto suddenly scolded.

“If you’re too scared to go, I can go alone.”

“With such brute force, you really can’t accomplish great things,” Apollo said disdainfully, glancing at Hephesto.

“Enough, stop arguing.

Hephesto and I will go into the hospital, and Apollo, you’ll be responsible for backing us up.

No objections then,” Poseidon stepped in just in time as a peacemaker.

“Deal,” Apollo said.

“Since that’s settled, let’s get ready,” Poseidon said.

…

At a British airport, security was tight.

A woman in a trench coat slowly walked onto a plane, her long brown hair and pale skin, deep eyes, and light blue pupils were striking; a breathtakingly beautiful Western woman, unmistakable even in a crowd, followed by seven elders, each wearing a black robe, slowly boarded the plane.

“Your Highness, this trip to the European Holy Mountain is for the opportunities within the mountain, but there will be many experts inside, please be careful,” an elder slowly turned and spoke to the woman behind.

“I understand, Elder Allen,” the woman said softly.

“I suspect, Your Highness, that this trip is for the man in your heart,” the elder said teasingly, looking at the photo tightly held in the woman’s hand.

“Elder Allen, you know he’s the one I dream of,” the woman’s fair cheeks blushed lightly, her shyness akin to a little girl’s as she looked down at the handsome man in the photo.

“You’ll see him soon, Your Highness.

I’ve heard that he is now on the Holy Mountain,” the elderly man smiled kindly, his expression that of a gentle elder greeting a younger one.

“Really?

That’s wonderful,” the woman said, barely able to contain her excitement, her lips curling into a smile as she looked out the window, as if she could see his face.

“Your Highness, he is a Main God and has already married in Huaxia,” the elder’s face showed difficulty.

“I don’t care about that; he is a true hero, and my heart is set, it won’t change,” the woman’s eyes sparkled resolutely.

“Well then, alright.

The plane is about to take off, Your Highness, please turn off your phone,” the elder said lightly.

The woman pulled out her phone, even the screen showed that man, and she pressed the power button, but she didn’t know that a second after she turned it off, a message arrived.

At the European Royal Airport, the woman and her entourage slowly deboarded the plane.

It wasn’t far from Britain, only about an hour or two by flight.

“Your Highness, let’s go to the Royal Hospital first, I’ve already purchased a batch of potions from the director in advance, we’ll definitely need them after entering the Holy Mountain.”

“Alright, let’s go to the Royal Hospital now,” the woman thought it over, the Royal Hospital was close to the Holy Mountain, conveniently on the way, and a place to rest securely for the night.

Royal Hospital.

“Your Highness, Elder Allen, welcome,” a middle-aged man came out as soon as they arrived at the hospital.

This was the director of the Royal Hospital.

“Hello, Director,” the woman responded politely.

“Director Reek, are the potions I ordered ready?” Elder Allen asked.

“Of course, please come this way,” the director waved his hand, gesturing for them to enter.

The director led everyone to a conference room, where he handed over the prepared potions to Elder Allen, “Elder Allen, are you heading to the Holy Mountain?”

“Oh, Reek, how did you know?” Elder Allen was surprised.

“I’ve seen many people coming to the hospital recently, and lots of potions being ordered.

It must be for the Holy Mountain,” Director Reek whispered.

The Royal Hospital, being internationally neutral, allowed both officials and underworld figures for medical purposes only.

Director Reek, who had been in his role for many years, recognized some familiar faces gathering here and buying many potions, he knew something was amiss.

“It’s better not to speak loudly about this matter,” Elder Allen said seriously.

“Of course, I only handle medical issues, I don’t interfere in anything else,” Director Reek replied.

“Elder, it’s a bit stuffy here, I’ll take a walk outside,” the woman said and then left the conference room, walking out slowly, pulling out a photo from her pocket.

The woman was Princess Anna of the British royal family, coming to the Holy Mountain with the seven elders of the British Cathedral for the chances it offered.

Anna stared at the photo, thinking of that crisis years ago when, like a prince in a fairy tale, he intervened timely, saving her from danger.

That was when she realized her heart had fallen for him, and when they met again, Anna had learned his identity.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Suddenly, a woman came running around the corner, and Anna, who was engrossed in the photo, collided with her.

“Are you okay?” Anna recovered and realized it was a Huaxia woman, and a stunningly beautiful one at that; it was Su Qingyu.

When beautiful women meet, they often unconsciously compare their attractiveness…

“I’m fine, I’m really sorry for bumping into you,” Su Qingyu said apologetically, rushing to call a doctor as Ailina had awoken, accidentally running into Anna.

After apologizing, Su Qingyu slowly walked away.

Anna watched her retreating figure, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.