The Favored Heiress
Chapter 700: All for Her

Chapter 700: Chapter 700: All for Her

Far away in the British Imperial, Feng Yi angrily ended the call.

He could find a way to strike up a conversation with Yin Mo, but the idea of approaching her under the pretense of pursuit instinctively repulsed him.

Not for any other reason; he preferred pure European and American women. Yin Mo’s mixed heritage, neither here nor there, didn’t interest him in the slightest.

...

Over the next two days, Li Qiao went to the Embassy, signed, and handled all her immigration and settlement documents, and she officially became a Parma Citizen.

At noon, after stepping out of the Embassy, Li Qiao flipped through her ID documents in hand, and the marital status column starkly stated married.

She smiled, secured her documents, and followed Shang Yu to the parking lot.

The moment they sat in the car, Shang Yu’s phone rang.

On the other end was Shang Lu’s baffled and complaining voice, "Big brother, didn’t our mom cut ties with the Ming family long ago? Now she’s suddenly blaming me for being ignorant. Don’t you think that’s strange?"

This happened at seven in the morning.

Shang Lu hadn’t even gotten out of bed when an international call came directly through.

Ming Dailan had always been gentle, and even when displeased, she would reason in a peaceable manner.

But this morning, she scolded Shang Lu harshly, because he intentionally leaked to the media the location of the Ming family’s old residence two days prior, putting the Mings in a difficult situation. Reporters had camped out at the old residence’s doorstep for many days, causing unbearable disturbance to the family.

Shang Lu reflexively made a few excuse-filled arguments, but the moment Ming Dailan heard Li Qiao’s name, she hung up without another word.

At that moment, Shang Yu’s eyes darkened with a cold glimmer, and he asked in a low voice, "What else did she say?"

Shang Lu, with his legs propped up, sat in the Medicine Garden’s swing chair, pondered for a moment, then relayed truthfully, "That’s all. When I mentioned my sister-in-law’s name, she hung up. She wouldn’t pick up when I called back."

"Hmm, let it be for now," replied Shang Yu.

Shang Lu, full of grievances, was stunned as he stared at the disconnected call.

What’s with today; why is everyone hanging up on him?!

Li Qiao glanced at the man, then turned to Luoyu in the front seat, "Where’s Mo Jue?"

Luoyu turned and said, "She should be in the manor."

Li Qiao’s gaze flickered slightly, "Send someone to take her to Mu’s Auction House."

Luoyu nodded and immediately went to make arrangements, while Shang Yu turned his head to look at her, asking meaningfully, "Everything to her?"

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, "It was hers to begin with; it serves no purpose with me."

The car left the Embassy and headed straight for Mu’s Auction House.

Five minutes later, there was news from the manor: Mo Jue was missing.

Luoyu’s pupils contracted, and without a second thought, he turned back to report, "Miss Mo isn’t there. She must have sneaked out on her own, but the manor’s bodyguards... didn’t notice."

To Luoyu, who was used to Mo Jue’s sudden disappearances, this was no longer strange.

After all, she had once slipped past him into a police station; her hiding expertise and counter-surveillance capabilities were indeed not to be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, Li Qiao touched her forehead and shook her head, pulling out her phone to call Mo Jue.

Half a minute later, the call disconnected automatically. She didn’t pick up.

Shang Yu’s dark eyes narrowed, and he crossed his long legs, instructing Luoyu, "Go check..."

"No need." Within half a minute, Li Qiao’s phone displayed a map with a blue coordinate indicating Mo Jue’s location, "Where is this?"

She handed her phone to Shang Yu, who zoomed in on the map. The building was marked with the logo for Parma Culture, but she didn’t recognize it.

Luoyu glanced and asked in surprise, "Why has Miss Mo gone to Hoke Group?"

...

Hoke Group, the mining development company under the Parma He Family.

The current person in charge, the younger brother of the former chief, He Bonan—He Boyan.

Less than half an hour had passed when the Bentley stopped at the base of Hoke Group’s building, and Li Qiao’s eyes roamed languidly over its facade, appearing quite indifferent, "I’ll go in and take a look first."

Shang Yu cast a lazy glance her way, "You can go by yourself?"

Li Qiao suppressed a smile and raised her eyebrows, "Of course. The more people there are, the more attention we’ll draw, especially with... you, the Young Master of the Shang Family."

The longer she stayed in Parma, the more she realized how well-known Shang Yu was there.

Even though he seldom returned, it seemed that many people recognized him.

Reflecting on her initial arrival, the Collateral Branch of the Shang Family was getting restless, repeatedly making attempts on Shang Yu’s life, including the Elders’ Hall lying in wait.

However, lately, everything had become eerily calm.

Both the Shang Family and the Elders’ Hall seemed to be in a period of dormancy.

This was quite unusual, and she could not afford to lower her guard.

Li Qiao stopped Luoyu from following and stepped out of the car alone, standing by the door and waving her hand.

If the former tribal chief’s mining company were coveting the Mu Family’s twenty-three mines, there would be substantial evidence to justify their interest.

Shang Yu watched her from the back seat and lowered his eyelashes slightly, murmuring an instruction, "Make sure they are well protected."

Luoyu nodded, "Don’t worry, boss. Secret Hall’s people are already on it."

The man shifted his gaze away, his abyssal eyes unreadable, "Go to the Royal Hospital."

...

In the bustling lobby, Li Qiao strolled casually around.

As a leading company in the mining development industry, the grandeur of Hoke Group’s building was evident, with recessed exhibition walls on both sides, where various rare mineral specimens were neatly showcased in sealed display boxes.

Li Qiao glanced around briefly and quickly learned a piece of news.

It turned out that today was Hoke Group’s open day, with many university students invited to visit and learn.

Soon after, Li Qiao walked out of the lobby.

Looking around and noticing a café across the street with an excellent view, she walked over leisurely.

She ordered an Americano and, while looking at the occasional movement of the location coordinates on her mobile phone, a hint of a smile brewed on her lips.

Mo Jue might say that fate was unpredictable, but she was a woman of action.

That day at the old mansion, she had not avoided overhearing the conversation with Shang Zonghai in its entirety, so Mo Jue must have already noted that reminder.

——Pay close attention to the Ho Family.

Li Qiao sat for a few minutes, and the location on her screen remained active inside the Group building.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, her peripheral vision keeping track of the movements at the entrance of the lobby.

A moment later, a call came through.

Li Qiao pulled out her earphones from her pocket, "What’s up?"

Bai Yan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, spoke in a teasing, muffled voice, "Guess what I found out?"

Li Qiao tapped her fingernail against the table corner, concise, "Speak."

Bai Yan muttered under his breath about her being no fun, then with a corner of his mouth holding the cigarette, he exhaled, "Let’s get this straight, you’re not going to get mad after you hear this, I can just give you the money back."

Did the plan to strike back fail based on his implication?

Li Qiao furrowed her brows, uninterested and too lazy to argue, she simply demanded, "Just return the money to my account the way it came."

Bai Yan: "..."

Damn realistic!

He pinched the cigarette between two fingers, his voice tinged with helplessness, "Don’t blame me for this, you have to understand, if I made a move to strike back, it could have alerted them.

I’ve had someone erase the black market transaction record, and while there’s no direct evidence to prove the client’s information, the order was placed in British pounds, so you should be able to guess where it came from, right?"