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The man almost instantly stood up from his seat. He took his coat off the back of his chair and put it on with one hand. Then, he walked towards the door like the wind.

"Where did this happen?"

Even over the phone, he couldn't suppress the chill in his tone. He probably didn't have time to investigate the mistakes they made and only asked about the situation.

"On the East Street, we don't know why Miss Pei suddenly went out. Judging by her attire, she probably wanted to meet someone. When she went out, our men followed her from a distance, and when they found out that there was something wrong with her car, they knocked our car away and lost her."

"He's been captured?"

"We caught him, but bit the bullet and refused to speak. Brother Sen is already asking, and the situation is still under investigation."

"No matter what methods you use, just ask them out." It was a voice as cold as the depths of the earth. It sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.

Gong Yan's sinister eyes fell on the slowly changing numbers above the elevator, "Also, send some people to monitor the entire city in real time. I want to know her whereabouts in the shortest time possible."

"Yes, send the order immediately."

After hanging up, the black phone was almost deformed by the man's tightened grip.

He had only reminded her about it at noon, but it was only an afternoon, and it had happened anyway.

Was it because she didn't take his words to heart, or was it because he did it too late …

The elevator reached the basement garage. The man stepped onto the Rolls Royce. Once the car started, it shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.

On the way, the phone just rang, and a man pressed the receiver to his ear.

"Young Master Gong, I've asked."

Townsend was the first to speak as he listened to the call. He glanced at the man who had fainted at his feet and reported in a calm, formal voice, "It was an order from the old lady of the palace."

The man didn't seem to be in the mood to say anything. It was as if he had expected this to happen.

"Keep asking until you find out the location of the hidden people. Otherwise, don't stop."

After saying that, his phone was cut off and he casually threw it onto the front passenger seat.

The man's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, his joints whitened with force, and with a kick on the gas pedal, Rolls-Royce sped faster and faster across the road.

He had been forced to travel for almost 40 minutes to 20 minutes.

With a "peng" sound, the car door was slammed shut.

His slender legs moved in two steps, and without any warning, he rushed into the hall of his old residence.

"Young Master Gong, why are you so …"

Before the servant could finish greeting him, Gong Yan had already brushed past him and headed straight for the stairs that led to the second floor.

He stopped when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Everything seemed to calm down in an instant. The killing intent that was surging from his entire body was also retracted back into the man's body. His handsome face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

He walked over and sat down opposite the old man.

"You're back?"

Old Mistress Gong raised her eyes from the document she was holding. There was a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on the bridge of her nose. There was no surprise in her eyes, as if she had expected that he would come looking for her at this time of day.

"Where's Lowe?" Without any hesitation, Gong Yan went straight to the point.

What happened tonight had already caused him to be at a disadvantage, and he didn't want to waste any more time on trivial matters.

"I said long ago that you wouldn't be able to protect her."

Hearing the voice from the other side, Gong Yan stared fixedly at the old man's expressionless face. After a long while, he lifted his lips, and spoke as if he was holding onto ice, "Besides the marriage with the Su Clan, I can agree to other conditions."

"Other conditions?"

She put her hands on her knees and leaned against the back of the sofa with an indescribable calmness. "At my age, what do you think I need to make you nod so much for?"

"Little Yan, compared to me, you're too conceited when you lose."

She narrowed her eyes and said slowly, "Why do you think you can hide from her so that she won't know and you can protect her? But she is a woman after all, and with just a bit of wind, she has already fallen into disarray. Before you even made a good bed for her to obediently stay, she impatiently jumped out."

The man's clear black eyes finally showed some emotion as he said in a low voice, "The person she wants to meet isn't you?"

"Am I still important?" The Old Mistress smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. "The important thing is that I have her now."

Before he could say anything, she continued, "Let's put it this way. Have you thought about what to do? This time, you don't have much choice. "

"Since Grandmother has already said that I have no other choice, what would I do? Didn't you already know that?" The man's reserved and cold face remained expressionless. If it wasn't for the deep emotions in his eyes, she might not have been able to tell anything.

This was indeed something that she had expected, so she did not say much, "The wedding was decided to be in a week's time with the Su family, when the time comes, you alone will be enough. I do not expect you to organize this wedding, I will take care of all the troublesome matters first."

"Since Grandmother has already arranged everything, I have nothing else to say. I will take my leave first."

Just as Gong Yan stood up, the old lady opposite him stopped him with a "but".

"I can help you with the wedding. The only request I have is that you accompany Zhizhi to test out your wedding dress and make a deal with me. I have to test your sincerity."

"I can still do that, it's just a test of my wedding dress with my new wife. Grandmother, you don't have to worry about it."

As if she was dissatisfied with the phrase "take over", the court lady's smile finally cracked a little, "On the day of the wedding, I will let the media in, so you better not disappoint me."

"Of course."

Coldly throwing down these four words, Gong Yan walked out of the door without looking back.

He went straight back to the car and slammed the door behind him, but he didn't immediately drive away.

At some point, the sky started to drizzle again. It was not the usual style of a summer thunderstorm. The rainwater that gathered into streams blurred the windshield of the car.

The man sat in the carriage and lit a cigarette. He held it between his thin lips and took a deep breath. He exhaled a dense green and white smoke. The wind blew into the window and the smoke was soon dispersed by the wind.

His face was hidden in the darkness, the sharp contours of his face giving off a cold and hard line.

Gong Yan leaned back in his car chair and closed his eyes. He could hear the soft voice of a woman before she hung up the phone, as well as the words "we'll talk about it when you get back". It was as if she was silently mocking him.