The Favored Heiress
Chapter 723: Give the Car Keys to Yun Lih

Chapter 723: Chapter 723: Give the Car Keys to Yun Lih

Upstairs, Li Qiao called the Li Family’s butler from the tea room, asking him to send a set of car keys to the Mansion.

The longer Yun Lih stayed at the Ducal Residence, the higher the risk of exposure became.

He wouldn’t be unaware of this, unless he had absolute confidence that he wouldn’t be discovered.

Li Qiao pinched her forehead, a faint sense of melancholy rose in her heart.

It really was a troublesome autumn.

...

As night fell, Jin Rong and Feng Yi stayed at the Mansion for a home-cooked meal.

During the meal, Li Qiao spoke little, and her earnest manner while eating looked particularly serious.

Before long, Luoyu came in with a set of car keys to report, "Madam, the butler from the Li Family has delivered this."

Li Qiao put down her chopsticks, took the car keys, and rubbed the Ferrari logo on them. She pursed her lips and casually handed them to Feng Yi.

These were the keys to the lake blue Ferrari that Yun Lih had left at the Li Family’s.

Jin Rong’s face instantly tensed, "You’re giving it to him and not to me?"

Feng Yi was also surprised, bearing the weight of Shang Yu and Jin Rong’s solemn gazes, uncertain whether to accept or not.

His deep brown eyes blinked, and he said with a smile, "How could I accept this?"

Li Qiao gave him a look and pulled a smile, "Please, Second Brother Feng, help me give this to Yin Mo."

Self-pitying Feng Yi: "..."

Jin Rong raised an eyebrow, contentedly lifted his bowl, and continued eating.

And Shang Yu’s thin lips curved into a smile as he picked up his chopsticks and placed two pieces of green vegetable onto Li Qiao’s plate.

Feng Yi took the car keys, chuckled, and played with them for a bit, "Aren’t you going to reply to her letter?"

"No need." Li Qiao stared at the keys in his hands, her voice neither warm nor cold, "Just tell her to give the keys to Yun Lih."

Such tacit understanding?

Feng Yi didn’t ask further and casually stuffed the keys into his trouser pocket.

...

The next morning, Li Qiao left early, while Jin Rong and Feng Yi prepared to start their journey back to Wenxi Island.

Just after ten o’clock, three tall figures strolled towards the Mansion’s helipad.

Glancing at Shang Yu, Jin Rong pondered for a moment, then spoke directly, "Chenzi is still in Parma; have someone keep an eye on him so he doesn’t do anything rash."

The man responded in a deep voice, "Don’t worry."

Feng Yi also frowned with concern, "Chenzi hates the He Family with a passion, this time going back, he might really take action."

"He won’t, he knows what he’s doing."

Compared to Jin Rong and Feng Yi’s worries, Shang Yu seemed much more relaxed.

He understood He Chen better than they did, the more aggrieved he felt, the less likely he was to act rashly.

If He Chen really wanted to move against the He Family, it would be a fatal blow.

Soon, Jin Rong and Feng Yi boarded the helicopter. As the rotor blades accelerated, both men withdrew their gaze from the ground, exchanged looks, and simultaneously let out a sigh.

Jin Rong crossed his legs, tapping on his knee, "What did you mean by those words you said to Shaoyan last night?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yi looked away, his voice laden with hidden depths, "My father and the Old Duke are close friends. The last time Shaoyan and Li Qiao went to the Earl’s Mansion, Xiao Yehui saw me with them."

Jin Rong was taken aback, his expression souring a bit, "So your father is sending you to Milan?"

Feng Yi pressed his lips together, his deep eyes chilling, "Just to get rid of me."

...

Elsewhere, Li Qiao had left early in the morning for the Gene Company.

Entering the conference room, I turned on the computer and logged into Jing Yilan’s stock account.

Shang Zonghai once said that the money in this account was just a small portion of Jing Yilan’s wealth.

If she truly possessed evidence that could overthrow the Charlman Family, where would she hide it?

The stock market was improbable, and entrusting it to acquaintances wasn’t very realistic either.

An item that could bring about fatal disaster had to be hidden in a place no one would think of.

Li Qiao looked through the account over and over, but after half an hour, it was still fruitless.

Could it be that autobiography?

But the original was in Shang Zonghai’s hands, and she couldn’t understand the text on it either.

Li Qiao thought hard but still had no clue.

If what Mu Aoxian said was true, then Jing Yilan must have left some clues...

Time quickly made two full turns, and Li Qiao was still deep in thought.

It wasn’t until Xi Luo knocked on the door that she was jolted back to awareness.

At that moment, Xi Luo raised her brows in surprise, "When did you come back? You didn’t even greet anyone; I thought the company had been robbed."

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, closed the laptop, and leaned back on the chair, "I just got back yesterday."

Xi Luo, clicking in her high heels, walked in and sat opposite her, tilting her chin up, "That’s perfect then, I have something to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Xi Luo rolled up her suit sleeves and leaned on the armrest with a suggestive smile, "There are ten more days until the British Imperial Fireworks Festival. Do you know where it will be held?"

Li Qiao furrowed her brows and met her smiling gaze with a surprising response, "Your house."

Xi Luo: "..."

Goddamn your house.

Xi Luo looked at Li Qiao with mock anger, "Kid, are you not afraid I’ll hit you?"

Li Qiao curled her lips and gestured invitingly for her to continue.

Touching her wrist, Xi Luo smiled intriguingly, "This year’s fireworks festival will be held in Charlman City for the first time."

"Oh."

Seeing Li Qiao’s indifferent reaction, Xi Luo dropped another bombshell, "Not only that, but the Ducal Residence will also be open to the public, inviting many guests to watch the fireworks show."

Li Qiao slowly raised her eyes, the corners of her lips curving into a smile that was not quite a smile.

At that moment, Xi Luo crossed her arms over her chest and rested her long legs, adding, "Don’t doubt the veracity of this news. The fireworks festival is held annually, and each major city has its independent fireworks display."

"This is the first time Charlman City is hosting it?" Li Qiao’s tone dropped a few pitches.

Xi Luo nodded, "That’s right, and the Ducal Residence is open too."

Li Qiao and Xi Luo locked gazes, and Li Qiao’s lips bent with faint derision, "It’s quite a good method for trapping someone."

"Not bad, you’re not as naive as I thought," Xi Luo’s smile grew deeper as she leaned forward on the armrest, "Since you’ve thought of this, I hope you decide not to go."

Li Qiao leisurely countered, "Why would I go?"

Stretching out her brow, Xi Luo pointed her index finger and swayed it, "Not you, but... Marquis Lawrence."

Seeing Li Qiao not speaking for a long time, Xi Luo straightened up and warned in a low voice, "The Xi Family only ranks as nobility in British Imperial, without a hereditary title. This time even my family received an invitation; a marquis ranks just below a duke. If you decide not to attend, you need to think of a good strategy.

Do not underestimate the British Imperial nobility system. For such an occasion, other noble families will strive to attend against all odds, let alone a marquis. If Marquis Lawrence fails to appear at the Ducal Residence’s invitation, thereafter it will be extremely difficult to move in British Imperial high society.

You need to think carefully: attending could mean walking into a trap, but if you don’t go, the title of marquis might not hold much value anymore."

After listening to Xi Luo’s analysis, Li Qiao casually asked a question, "Why can the Charlman stand in British Imperial?"

Xi Luo rested her chin in her hand, seriously pondering for a moment, then shook her head in confusion, "I’m not clear on the details, but I heard the Old Duke has a very close relationship with the Royal Family and is the last family that can inherit the duke title."