The Favored Heiress
Chapter 702: Xia Lao Wu in Charlman City

Chapter 702: Chapter 702: Xia Lao Wu in Charlman City

Ming Zhiyuan leaned against the headboard, feigning ignorance with a knowing look, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Shang Yu turned around slowly, his lower back resting against the windowsill, his long legs crossed in front of him, "Whether it’s nonsense or not, you know in your heart. For twenty-two years, the capital flowing into the Ming family trust was transacted through Swiss Federal Bank. Did you think it couldn’t be traced?"

The most secure Swiss Federal Bank in the world.

The first choice for countless high net worth families to conduct asset transactions.

Ming Zhiyuan’s complexion turned steel blue, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, "Shang Shaoyan, you’re talking complete nonsense."

Shang Yu’s thin lips slightly askew, his gaze calm and profound, "Grandfather, if you truly wanted the Ming family to get out in one piece, you shouldn’t have chosen the Chairman Family."

...

At the Royal Hospital downstairs, Wei Lang slowly brought the car to a stop.

He was holding the steering wheel and looked back, seeing the two sisters still whispering, decided to keep his mouth shut and not disturb them.

At this moment, Mo Jue held up his phone for Li Qiao to see, occasionally sliding it and speaking with conviction, "Look at this, isn’t this the mine Uncle was talking about, the one that goes for ten thousand per gram?"

Mo Jue didn’t know the name of that character, but she had seen it clearly at the old house—the radical.

One ’gold’, one ’cause’.

Li Qiao looked down at the phone screen, which displayed an office entrance sign for an indium mine analysis room.

She tugged at her lips, glancing at Mo Jue, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mo Jue scrolled further back, and the screen showed a document, "Look at this, the mine’s origin, isn’t it ours?"

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and upon enlarging the photo, indeed saw that the origin listed at the bottom of the document was exactly the same as what was written on the Mu’s indium mine Deed of Ownership.

She pushed the phone back to him, her eyes measuring Mo Jue, "Did you go into the analysis room?"

Mo Jue made an ’ah’ sound, speaking righteously, "I didn’t take anything, I captured it all with my phone."

Li Qiao sighed silently, "Tell me in advance next time you want to do something."

Her sister was indeed formidable; trespassing onto someone else’s turf as if she were just dropping by.

Simply mentioning that the international police wanted to arrest her if she went astray, indeed there could be endless troubles.

Just as Li Qiao was about to get out of the car, Wei Lang suddenly spoke up to remind her, "The Hall Master has come out."

At the base of the inpatient department, Shang Yu’s tall, black figure, with one hand in his pocket, walked steadily towards them.

Li Qiao told Mo Jue not to run around, then pushed open the car door and stepped out.

In the front seat, Wei Lang curiously looked back at Mo Jue, "Dude, impressive, going into someone’s analysis room in broad daylight and secretly taking pictures of their data?"

Mo Jue straightened his small felt cap, leaning back in his seat with chin upturned proudly, "Mind your own business, driver, when it comes to the master’s affairs."

Wei Lang: "???"

Who the hell is a driver!

Him, the second in command of the Parma Armament Factory, the Second Hall Master of the Secret Hall, how did he become a driver?

Wei Lang watched Mo Jue with an indefinable expression, gripping the steering wheel tighter and cursed in Parma language.

Then, Mo Jue, putting on a straight face, retorted back in Parma language.

Wei Lang’s scalp was about to explode, "You understand that?"

Mo Jue chuckled twice, bidding farewells in Italian, Faliang language, Swiss language, each time in a different spiteful way.

Wei Lang knew no good words were coming his way, but damn it, he didn’t understand them.

The two stared at each other in the car, and ultimately, Wei Lang chose to yield, giving Mo Jue a fist salute, "Dude, you’re awesome."

Outside the car, Li Qiao approached Shang Yu, her gaze casually sweeping behind him, "Are you here to see Patriarch Ming?"

"Yeah," the man encircled her waist and strode forward, "Had a little chat."

Li Qiao observed Shang Yu’s expression unblinkingly, seeing no change, then shifted her gaze and said, "I remember where I heard about the frequency hopping defense technology before."

The man paused mid-step, his gaze lowering to focus on her.

Li Qiao looked up, her smile tinged with irony, "A few years back, Xiao Yehui had once showcased it to us."

But it was merely a demonstration and was not implemented in each of their communication systems.

As a result, this small incident had been forgotten by Li Qiao in the depths of her memory for a long while.

If it hadn’t been for Bai Yan’s reminder today, she might not yet have recalled it.

At that moment, Shang Yu’s deep and resonant voice held an indiscernible rasp, "The old master made a call to Madam Xiao in the hospital room a few days ago."

Li Qiao’s pupils contracted as she turned her face away to the distance, "I see..."

Everyone said that Ming Dailan was heartless; after remarrying into the Ducal Residence, she completely severed ties with the Ming family.

It seems that was also intentional.

Li Qiao covered her eyelids, concealing the rising tumult within.

She had deliberately let Ming Zhiyuan relay a message to those people at the police station, that the Mu Family had returned to collect the debt.

What did it mean for Ming Zhiyuan to contact Madam Xiao? Was he seeking a way out for himself or conveying her message?

...

While heading to Mu’s Auction House, Li Qiao and Shang Yu shared a ride.

She mentioned the indium mine origin documents that Mo Jue had found in Hoke Group, and ended with a touch of sarcasm, "Hoke Group brazenly mining indium ore, relying on the remaining influence of He Bonan?"

Shang Yu, leaning against the neck pillow, sat back casually, speaking gravely, "The current head of the land and resources bureau is from the Ho Family."

Li Qiao nodded in understanding, "No wonder."

If the Ho Family had played a ’commendable’ role behind the scenes back in the day, then indeed, Mu’s could not compete.

As the supreme leader of the independent country, even the number one blue blood like the Mu’s could not withstand such power.

Before long, Li Qiao received a belated WeChat message.

The message was brief, but it contained a vast amount of information.

——Xia Lao Wu is in Charlman City.