1594: Ugh, Can't Form a Threat

Ugh, Can't Form a Threat

Shan Ning asked, "This is not exactly a mission that has to be completed. We're just helping the situation, but don't get involved in their dispute. We are going to be a third party. Whether we succeed or not depends on luck. But, are you really fine with it?"0

"I'm fine!" Mu Yuan said coldly.

Shan Ning nodded. "In the beginning, I was thinking that you were friends with Jack, so I intended to handle this matter all by myself. Since the two of you are no longer friends, then it's not a problem anymore. This matter is of great importance to us."

"Got it."

Mu Yuan understood. To their family, Jack's life meant too much. As long as they got into great chaos, the next election would become unpredictable.

The sun was setting slowly.

Mu Yuan said, "Shan Ning, I need some time alone."

"Alright!"

Shan Ning walked further away and turned around to look at Mu Yuan. He sat by the beach, and behind him, the sky was setting slowly. The line between the sky and sea was turning darker as if it was his mood right at that very moment.

Xiao Yuan… Let me help you break these ties more thoroughly.

Mu Yuan stretched his legs and wanted to reach for the cigar in his pocket, but he could not feel it. Although he was addicted to cigars, he still had some self-control. He limited himself to 3 cigars a day. He had finished the quantity for the day.

Kill Jack!

He scoffed bitterly. He never thought about this, and yet he had come to such a stage.

Mu Yuan shut his eyes softly and suddenly let go of his arms. He fell on the sand and laughed hysterically. "Hahahaha..."

New York.

Ye Tingyun's plane arrived in New York. Ye Chu was beginning to have a headache. She was in a rather deep sleep, and she did not feel it when the plane landed, but it did not matter if she did anyway. Ye Tingyun carried her up, and they could get through the customs from a special path, so they did not have to queue. They were done with all the procedures very quickly, and Ye Tingyun walked out of the pathway with Ye Chu in his arms.

There was already a car waiting for them long before.

Ye Tingyun boarded the car, and they headed off to MISS building. They did not stop once along the way.

A woman wearing a little black skirt and a pair of high heels was standing in front of the MISS building, waiting for their arrival. The woman was about 1.70 meters tall, her waist was thin, her legs were slim, and her skin was pale. She had wavy chestnut hair, which was very enchanting. Her facial features were exquisite and small, and she had put on some exquisite makeup.

There was a team standing in front of the MISS building as if they were waiting for something. A lady seemed to be anxious. Ye Tingyun's car entered the MISS building slowly.

The door opened, and Wei Ling saw the lady. He smiled and waved at her. They greeted each other very passionately. "Hey! Hai Lun, you're back!"

Hai Lun smiled widely. Wei Ling seemed to have thought of something, and his facial expression changed. He looked at the back of the car, and Ye Tingyun came out first. Hai Lun greeted them with a smile, but the smile disappeared instantly. She saw Ye Tingyun bend over and carry a lady out of the car.

Hai Lun's heart dropped. In a while, she saw Ye Chu's face and heaved a sigh of relief. Oh, she's a young girl. Not a threat.

She should not mind.

"You're back. It must have been tough on you."

Hai Lun smiled and nodded. "Second Master, how are you?"

Ye Tingyun nodded and carried Ye Chu into the building. "I'll speak to you tonight."

"Thank you, Second Master."

Ye Tingyun carried Ye Chu upstairs, and Hai Lun pulled Wei Ling over. "Who is she?"

Wei Ling said, "She's Ye Chu."

As to who she is, it's hard to explain.

Sister?

Impossible!

Second Madame?

Doesn't really seem quite so!

Hai Lun heaved a sigh of relief. Oh she's a Ye.

Perhaps, she was Second Master's cousin or something, but she could not remember there being a cousin called Ye Chu in the Ye Family. Wei Ling had already left. He did not dare to speak much.

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