The Favored Heiress
Chapter 521: Li Qiao Has a Charismatic Aura of 2.8 Meters

Chapter 521: Chapter 521: Li Qiao Has a Charismatic Aura of 2.8 Meters

"Dan... Miss Li." The bodyguard walking beside Li Qiao hesitated for a second before quickly changing his form of address.

Zong Yue noticed that his accent wasn’t pure Mandarin and even his pronunciation was quite off, obviously a bit stiff.

Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, walked ahead, her slender figure exuding an aura as if she were two and a half meters tall in Zong Yue’s eyes.

Following the bodyguard, they headed towards the terminal. At the first checkpoint, Li Qiao showed her passport while the bodyguard also presented a list of accompanying personnel. With virtually no delay, they were all promptly escorted to the VIP exclusive access channel.

And for the subsequent security checks, all gates turned green the moment they saw Li Qiao.

Zong Yue: "..."

Just who exactly is my sister-in-law?

Even with the status of her third uncle coming here for a friendly visit, he might not be entitled to such treatment?!

After leaving the airport, two bodyguards accompanied them to the parking lot, where a low-profile black business car came into view.

Zong Yue didn’t react and, with a blank expression, climbed into the car.

An armored car, huh.

She felt there was nothing to make a big fuss over, even though the impact left her feeling a bit dizzy.

Inside the car, Li Qiao made a gesture, and the bodyguard starting the engine immediately stopped what he was doing.

It was a clear understanding without the need for words.

Zong Yue crossed her arms and grabbed her sleeves, staring blankly at the bodyguards, actually having a strange feeling of familiarity.

Because their posture was very recognizable. Anyone who came from the Military Department would sit straight with hands on knees.

Zong Yue silently lowered her head and wiped her face from top to bottom, trying to stay calm and not embarrass her sister-in-law like some country bumpkin.

"Can’t make it?" Suddenly, Li Qiao’s languid voice came from the side.

Zong Yue mechanically turned her head, her eyes almost glued to her.

On the other end of the phone was Xia Lao Wu’s voice.

She muttered somewhat irritably, "Mm, something came up at the last minute, and I can’t make it for now."

One of Huanxia Pharmaceutical’s manufacturing plants had a sudden incident of poisoning due to exempt-from-inspection drugs yesterday morning.

Her father had sent her there temporarily to resolve the dispute and cooperate with the police investigation into the cause and consequences.

The medication in question was an extremely common over-the-counter cold remedy.

Unfortunately, the batch released last month had issues, and even though the factory had urgently recalled the drugs for retesting, it wasn’t something that could be resolved in a day or two.

Li Qiao heard the frustration in Xia Siyu’s voice, glanced outside the window, and asked very calmly, "Need any help?"

"No need for now, they’re just small issues, I can handle them."

Xia Siyu laughed and declined, the two conversed for a few more moments, and then the line was cut.

...

Ten minutes later, the business car left London Port International Airport.

The British-styled architecture outside the window, clothed in the drizzle, gained an additional touch of night’s subtlety and elegance.

Pullman Hotel.

Li Qiao and Zong Yue entered a suite, and the two bodyguards stood solemnly behind the sofa, one to the left and the other to the right.

"You two can leave for now and rest. Tomorrow at eight in the morning, head to the headquarters of the Medical Alliance," Li Qiao said, leaning on the armrest and massaging her temples as she addressed the men behind her.

The bodyguards nodded and strode out of the room.

Zong Yue put her hands on her knees, palms rubbing the fabric, cleared her throat, and finally found her voice, "Qiaoqiao, they are..."

"Bodyguards."

Zong Yue opened her mouth but swallowed all other questions.

She fell silent for a moment and stood up stiffly, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, "Then I’ll... go freshen up first."

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids and nodded slightly, "I have to go out for errands tomorrow morning, sister-in-law..."

"No worries, no worries, don’t mind me, I’ll just go for a walk by myself."

Zong Yue hurriedly waved her hand, afraid of holding Li Qiao up.

She now felt as if delaying Qiaoqiao was akin to hindering a matter of national importance.

Li Qiao glanced at Zong Yue and lowered her gaze to hide the smile in her eyes.

There were things she didn’t hide, but she also didn’t plan on elaborating.

It seemed that her sister-in-law was a bit scared.

...

At the same time, at Charles Manor.

Under the drizzling rain, rows of lights emitted a heavy and hazy halo.

The vast manor was dim and tranquil, with the rain curtain tilting in the wind amidst the light.

In the living room, Charles swirled his wine glass, looking at the man across from him dressed in a bathrobe and appearing languid.

Even though he was in his own Charles Manor, he felt an uneasy sense of not knowing what to do.

All of these feelings came from the silent aura and pressure emanating from the man opposite him.

"Mr. Shang, this matter... it’s indeed not easy to handle." The Charles family had a history of over a hundred years in Britain, and even if they could be called nobility, there was a fundamental difference compared to the true noble dukes.

At this moment, Shang Yu’s slender fingertips were resting on his forehead, his legs crossed, with the muscle lines particularly distinct.

His left hand held a cigarette resting on his knee, and he slowly lifted the corner of his eye, "Are you telling me that three hundred billion US dollars is not enough?"

Charles pursed his lips, revealing a troubled expression. He leaned against the back of his chair and furrowed his brow, lamenting, "It’s not about the money, it’s... the Charlman Family is intentionally suppressing us.

You know, besides the Royal Family, the Charlman family has the most influence in all sectors of British society.

I’ve also tried to contact Duke Charlman multiple times, but he refuses to see me.

If this continues, I fear that our cooperation project might have to..."

The man’s inscrutable gaze fell on Charles as he leaned forward to tap off some ash and brought the cigarette to his lips for a drag, "So, who leaked our cooperation?"

Charles shook his head in confusion, "I haven’t found out yet, but of course... I can’t rule out the possibility that someone in my family is leaking information."

Although Charles was the current head of the family, power struggles were not uncommon within their ranks.

The grand and luxurious living room fell into a short silence.

Charles tilted his head back and took a large gulp of the foreign liquor, his deep blue eyes filled with irritation.

After a while, Shang Yu exhaled a ring of smoke, and through the thin mist, he told Charles, "I don’t have much time. If three hundred billion US dollars can’t make you hold your family together, you might consider stepping down."

Charles inhaled sharply in disbelief, his palms tightening, his breath quickening, "Mr. Shang, please give me a little more time."

The man pressed his thin lips together, his tone cold and assertive, "By Wednesday, I want to hear some good news."

Charles slapped his thigh with a determined vigor, "Alright!"

...

The next day, the mist was as thin as smoke.

In London Port, known for its misty beauty, the entire city was shrouded in a layer of light fog.

Li Qiao left the house before eight, two bodyguards following closely by her side.

Before stepping into the elevator, she paused, looking at the bodyguard to her left rear, and spoke softly, "Go back. If my sister-in-law goes out, stay with her."