The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 357 - 357 357 Master

357: Chapter 357: Master 357: Chapter 357: Master The two sat in silence, Su Qingyu sitting on a nearby chair, her head gently leaning against Ye Shikai’s chest, and she actually fell into a deep sleep.

Her body swayed lightly with Ye Shikai’s breathing, and her tensed, cold face finally relaxed, revealing a serene smile.

This outwardly strong woman, filled with a tenacity that kept her from crumbling under the high-pressure environment of Tianya Group, had toughed it out resolutely.

But deep in her heart, she also had the innate dependence that all women possess.

She longed for safety, for security, for something to rely on.

Though dreams are illusory, they can reflect one’s true feelings, and perhaps it is only during rest that Su Qingyu could reveal her inner self.

Seeing the sweet smile on her lips, she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Ye Shikai carefully took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the camera, and aimed at Su Qingyu’s lovely face.

“Click.”

…

Hong Kong, in a basement.

The place was a mess, filled with various mechanical electronics, components, and some tools.

This “disaster,” of course, was the doing of Refining Mo.

In the park, he could have easily killed Ye Shikai, but at that moment, his body suddenly malfunctioned, the effects of the potion unexpectedly wore off, allowing Ye Shikai to narrowly escape death and even kick him into the man-made lake.

The duck that was ready to be eaten had flown away; his frustration was evident.

When he dragged his soaked body back to the base, he was like a drenched chicken.

So as soon as he returned, he started smashing the decorations inside into pieces.

“You’re back so soon?

I thought you’d swim around in the water a bit longer,” said the mysterious woman, sitting on the sofa, watching him rage coldly, silently, without a word.

After smashing things up, Refining Mo, panting, sat on the sofa.

Suddenly, a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

In a quick stride, he lunged toward the woman.

“If it hadn’t been for you, Ye Shikai would have been dead by my hand,” Refining Mo snarled, his right hand gripping the woman’s neck, his large hand making her delicate, fair neck seem as though it could be snapped with just a light squeeze.

“Haha, have you forgotten about that condition?” the woman said coldly, laughing.

A flicker of panic crossed Refining Mo’s eyes, recalling the content written on a piece of white paper.

For that “strange” request, he racked his brains but couldn’t figure out why.

Do not harm Ye Shikai.

On a piece of white paper, these seven words were written.

This was the woman’s only request, an undeniable and incontestable term.

Refining Mo had obtained great powers at no cost other than to adhere to this one agreement.

“Tell me, why can’t I harm him,” Refining Mo shouted, nearly hysterical.

In the hands of a demon, ordinary people would have already been scared to death, but the woman showed no fear at all.

Of course, she was no match for Refining Mo, but she was certain of one thing — Refining Mo dared not take her life, at least not now.

“Mr.

Refining Mo, when you agreed to cooperate with us, you must have considered this,” the woman spoke indifferently, suddenly her eyes sharpening.

“Even though it was indeed Ye Shikai who tore off your arm, deep down, are you really willing to kill him at all costs?”

“Even if it costs you your life, are you willing to kill him?” As Refining Mo’s palm trembled slightly, the corners of the woman’s mouth turned up slightly, showing a confident expression.

Sure enough, I guessed it right, Refining Mo would never do such a thing.

After all, Refining Mo and Ye Shikai could only be considered archenemies, not sworn enemies who cannot share the same sky, and Refining Mo is not the kind of common man who would recklessly gamble everything for a moment of bravery.

Refining Mo is a man who can endure the “humiliation,” and if given a choice between the growth of the Tomb Spirit Organization and Ye Shikai’s life, he would choose the former without hesitation.

From the moment he injected the potion into his body, the woman could see that he was a man with ambition, who would certainly not give up a promising future just because of Ye Shikai.

Having lost his left arm, and with Illusion Fox gone, the foundation of the Tomb Spirit Organization had already started to shake, Refining Mo’s authority was challenged.

Even if he didn’t stir up trouble, would Hong Kong let him be?

Of course not, SAD would continuously haunt him until they finished him off.

At this time, the mysterious woman brought him the power he had longed for, and of course, he accepted it without hesitation.

Refining Mo helplessly released his right hand and sat down on the sofa, swallowing the bitter pill for the sake of gaining great power.

“Very well, Mr.

Refining Mo, I hope you remember this condition.” The woman slowly stood up, her sleek figure outlined by the black bodysuit, and walked towards Refining Mo, whispering, “And remember, don’t try any tricks, or else…”

“You are threatening me.” Before the woman could finish, Refining Mo interrupted loudly, being a hegemon he too had a temper, and what he loathed the most were threats from others.

“Hmph, Mr.

Refining Mo, do you think you are still who you were before?” The woman coldly chuckled, “The strength you now possess is entirely provided by us.

Since we can grant you power, naturally, we can also take it back, and moreover… take it back doubly.”

“You.” Refining Mo wanted to speak but stopped himself, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed his anger.

He knew that feeling, the final moment when he failed to kill Ye Shikai was all thanks to the woman’s “good deeds.” That powerlessness, that pain, was from deep within the heart, unbearable, and while he gained great power, he also had no choice but to hand over control to others.

“Mr.

Refining Mo, you should understand that we are in a cooperative relationship, we give you power, gave you an arm, and in return, you help us with some matters.”

“Alright, I accept.

I won’t provoke him anymore,” said Refining Mo finally, head bowed, in resignation.

“Wise men adapt to circumstances.

Since you’re so obedient, I can tell you something,” the woman said with a mocking laugh.

“What is it?”

“This condition was proposed by the master.” The woman’s playful expression faded when she mentioned “master,” and suddenly she became serious, her eyes filled with reverence.

“Master, who is the master?” Refining Mo asked eagerly.

“Hmph, no comment, but maybe one day, you will meet him,” the woman said coldly, disregarding Refining Mo’s question and walking towards the door.

“Please wait a moment.” Suddenly, Refining Mo called out to the woman.

“Is there anything else?”

“I can’t harm Ye Shikai, but what about his associates?” There was a hint of reluctance and cruelty in Refining Mo’s eyes.

“The master didn’t mention them.

You figure it out,” said the woman, her back to him, remaining silent for almost a minute before slowly speaking.