The Favored Heiress
Chapter 528: The Man in the Bentley

Chapter 528: Chapter 528: The Man in the Bentley

Shang Yu slightly pursed his lips, picked up the cigarette from the ground, and tossed it onto the table, his voice laced with a smile, "Sounds like, indeed not a qualified capitalist."

Li Qiao watched as the man took out another cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the couch, her gaze sly, "Right, so I have to stay and help Su Lao Si solve this problem."

She paused for a few seconds, shifted her gaze away, and looked down at her nails, "Before the trouble is resolved, I probably won’t return to the South Sea."

Shang Yu blew out a puff of smoke, a thin fog lingering around him, he turned his head to look at Li Qiao, his lips curving with underlying meaning: "Can you go back once it’s resolved?"

"Maybe." Li Qiao arched her eyebrows and met his gaze, the laughter in her eyes growing stronger.

The man squinted his eyes with a mysterious expression, "Hmm, remember to tell me if you need help."

Li Qiao smirked silently, she could clearly see four words on Shang Yu’s face: All show, no substance.

Originally she hadn’t pondered too deeply about the true intentions behind the capital side’s request to move the Medical Alliance, after all she had seen strange investment demands before.

But even Li Qiao could catch a hint of the unusual, when Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, suddenly lost his composure.

The unscrupulous capitalist she referred to, it seemed, could now be confirmed.

...

Twenty minutes later, Shang Yu and Li Qiao arrived at the downstairs Western restaurant.

Feng Yi, of noble birth, was pouring water for Zong Yue, every move exuding the demeanor of a gentleman.

During the meal, Zong Yue received a phone call from Li Jun.

She rolled up the napkin from her lap, placed it on the table, apologized, then lifted her cellphone and headed to the corridor.

Given the late hour back in the country, Zong Yue, leaning against the wall, smiled warmly, "Why haven’t you slept yet?"

"Just finished with work." Li Jun’s deep voice betrayed a hint of tiredness, he climbed into bed, and after a rustling noise, he asked, "Are you having fun?"

Zong Yue looked at her toes, her face couldn’t hide the joy, "It’s okay. Didn’t go to many places, just strolled around the streets."

Li Jun, far away in the country, leaned against the headboard listening to her crisp voice, a never before felt restlessness crept over him.

By his bedside, without her, the emptiness was very lonesome.

For over thirty years he had gone to sleep alone, never feeling lonely, nor understanding the taste of sleeplessness on a solitary pillow.

But with Zong Yue gone for just two days, Li Jun was already feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Thinking this, he rolled his Adam’s apple, "How many days are you planning to stay?"

Zong Yue, twirling her shoulder-length hair, vaguely answered him, "Maybe seven or eight days."

That was her estimated time, since she previously asked Qiaoqiao, who seemed to have work to attend to here, and the exact date of return was still uncertain.

Li Jun, hearing her response, became even more agitated.

After a few more minutes of idle talk, they hung up, and he got up and went to the study.

To smoke a cigarette, to suppress the restless yearning in his heart.

He never considered himself a particularly desiring person, but Zong Yue always managed to stir the most primal longing in him as a man.

It would be another lonely, sleepless night.

...

That night, Li Qiao didn’t stay at the Royal Hotel but returned to the Pullman with Zong Yue.

Shang Yu also seemed to have matters to attend to, so they said their temporary goodbyes at the hotel entrance.

Feng Yi watched the street corner, hands slowly sliding into his suit pants pockets, his tone serious, "Do they need me to arrange for someone to protect them?"

"No need." The man’s voice was exceptionally deep, "They have someone with them."

To this, Feng Yi frowned in disapproval, "Just those two bodyguards, you sure that’s enough? If Duke Charlman finds out she’s in British Imperial, he might take an interest in her."

Shang Yu hooked his thin lips into a chilling arc, tinged with a hint of mockery, "They wouldn’t dare."

Feng Yi understood and quirked the corner of his mouth, then patted the man’s shoulder, "Since you say so, I won’t interfere.

I don’t think our sister-in-law is the kind of girl without her own opinions, but after all, this is Charlman territory, so it’s better to be cautious."

After a while, the man bowed into the carriage, and Feng Yi soon made a call to have his deputy drive the car over.

On the back seat, he had just gotten into the car when he received a phone call.

After listening to the other party’s explanation, his expression changed slightly, "Are you sure?"

After confirming the news was true again and again, Feng Yi did not hesitate to inform Shang Yu.

Duke Charlman’s motorcade was spotted on the streets of London at six o’clock that evening.

Over the years, the eldest son of Duke Charlman had not shown his face to the public. After inheriting the title of Duke, he had been even more secluded in Charlman City. Why did he appear tonight, of all nights?

...

Pullman Hotel, a black bulletproof business car just entered the underground parking lot, Li Qiao, sitting by the window and perusing the documents with her eyes drooping, keenly sensed something amiss.

The parking lot was too quiet all around.

It was just past eight-thirty, and in the dimly lit parking lot, no sound could be heard from the empty space.

As the car turned, ahead in the parking space, several black Bentleys stood side by side.

On each side of the hoods of the cars, flagpoles stood erect.

The car flags were not unfurled, but it was not hard to tell that these cars belonged either to the Royal Family or were a symbol that only top-tier nobility could equip.

Li Qiao’s business car drove past the front of the Bentleys, and in every driver’s seat, she could see a bodyguard sitting in a black suit and white shirt.

She glanced a few times, a total of six cars.

Perhaps the car windows were tinted for privacy too well, making it impossible to see if someone was in the back seat or not.

But Li Qiao felt it, someone inside was watching her.

Especially when the business car stopped near the elevator, and as she got out of the car with the documents, she faintly heard the sound of car windows lowering.

Li Qiao stood at the elevator entrance, her face expressionless as she looked back toward the parking spaces.

In the shadowy lights, she could only see a window that was rising again, and that one very conspicuous white glove.

"Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong?"

At this moment, Zong Yue also stood still, following her gaze with a puzzled look on her face.

Li Qiao took a long look and then moved her gaze away, stepping into the elevator, "It’s nothing."

Two bodyguards protected them, one in front and one behind, as they entered the elevator. With the elevator doors slowly closing, the Bentley’s window was lowered once again.

A side profile was reflected outside the window.

The man’s gaze was calm, yet it conveyed an indifferent coolness devoid of warmth. As he slowly lowered his head, his eyes lingered on the left hand donning the white glove.

He gently touched the edge of the glove with the pad of his right hand, feeling an ice-cold hardness.

"Let’s go."

His voice was faint as he spoke, his tone slow and melodious, not as deep and magnetic as Shang Yu’s, but rather mild and cultivated.

Before long, the six Bentleys quietly left the underground parking lot of the Pullman Hotel.

...

Meanwhile, Li Qiao returned to her suite, threw the medical case data given to her by Su Moshi on the bed, and immediately went to the study.

She turned on the computer and quickly hacked into the surveillance system of the Pullman Hotel’s underground parking lot.