"Useless! All of you are useless!"
"Can't even handle such a simple task! What good are you to me?"
Zhao Long, seething with rage, hurled a teacup at his subordinate.
The cup struck the man's forehead, drawing blood that trickled down his face.
"Boss..."
The subordinate's lips trembled as he spoke, "Their security is too tight. The target himself knows martial arts. We didn’t even get a chance to strike. In fact, he deliberately set a trap, waiting for us."
"No matter how well they defend, someone can still kill him," Zhao Long declared.
That someone was... Ling.
Ling was Zhao Long's trump card, a figure who had never failed him in completing missions. Tasks ten times more difficult than this had been accomplished by Ling. If Ling took on this job, success was guaranteed.
But Ling... was disobedient. For the sake of a man, Ling had been playing the role of CEO at the Su Corporation.
"Have you still not captured Lin Xuan?" Zhao Long's voice was icy with fury.
"We haven’t found the right opportunity yet," the subordinate answered, trembling.
"Useless!"
"It's been so long, and you still haven’t caught him!" Zhao Long roared.
"Boss, Ling has been protecting him too well. Ever since our last failed attempt, he hasn’t left Night Manor. Ling must be worried about his safety and keeping him inside," the subordinate muttered, head bowed.
If he never left Night Manor, how could they act?
The security at Night Manor was even tighter than that of a royal palace in Y Country. Anyone who tried to strike there would only meet death.
They had no chance at all.
"I’m giving you one more week. No matter what, you must bring him to me. Otherwise, none of you will be spared," Zhao Long said coldly.
"Yes, sir," the subordinate replied, voice shaking.
Even if Lin Xuan left Night Manor, capturing him would still be nearly impossible.
Unless he willingly walked into their hands.
The subordinate despaired.
Lin Xuan wasn’t a fool—why would he let himself be caught?
They were doomed...
Two days later...
Jiang Qing glanced at her watch and called Su Hua to remind her, "President Su, it's almost time. We should leave now."
"Alright, I know."
Su Hua hung up, then rolled over, pinning Lin Xuan beneath her.
"Hua Bao, what’s wrong?" Lin Xuan swallowed hard.
Without a word, Su Hua pressed her crimson lips to his, kissing him deeply, ignoring the incessant ringing of her phone.
Jiang Qing hung up again.
It seemed President Su was busy with Young Master Lin. She would just have to wait.
After a long while, Su Hua finally pulled away, breathless.
Her forehead rested against Lin Xuan’s. "A-Xuan, I’ll be away on a business trip for two days. Be good and wait for me at home."
"Okay," Lin Xuan agreed.
But... staying obediently at home was out of the question.
He still had to go out and deal with the Shadow Organization.
"And A-Xuan, remember to miss me," Su Hua added.
"Okay," Lin Xuan nodded again.
"Also, A-Xuan, make sure to clean yourself up at home," Su Hua said, her red lips curving into a smirk.
She had let him rest long enough. It was time to finally have him.
Lin Xuan: "..."
His kidneys!
He couldn’t help but wonder—Hua Bao had been holding back for so long, clearly struggling herself, yet she still refused to touch him.
Why wait two more days?
Was there something special about that day?
Lin Xuan personally saw Su Hua off as she boarded the private jet.
Now that Hua Bao was leaving the country, it was time to put his own plans into motion.
"Come in," Lin Xuan made a call.
"Yes," Cheng Da’s respectful voice answered.
"Just you. No one else," Lin Xuan added.
"Yes."
After hanging up, Cheng Da headed toward the villa.
Cheng Er followed him.
Cheng Da stopped. "Young Master Lin said only I should enter. You stay outside."
"Why?" Cheng Er protested.
"That’s his order. If you have a problem, take it up with him," Cheng Da replied.
Cheng Er deflated.
He wouldn’t dare confront the boss.
The boss might seem gentle, but his methods were ruthless. Crossing him meant suffering the consequences.
Inside Night Manor...
"Miss Xu," the servants greeted respectfully.
"Mm. Where’s my sister?" Xu Xiaoman asked.
"Madam just left for a business trip," a servant answered.
"A business trip?" Xu Xiaoman frowned. "For how long?"
"We don’t know," the servant admitted.
"Fine. I’ll come back another time," Xu Xiaoman said.
Butler Wang exhaled in relief.
Thankfully, Miss Xu hadn’t run into Young Master Lin. Miss Xu was a devoted admirer of Young Master Huo and firmly believed he was the only man worthy of her sister.
With her spoiled and willful nature, she would surely cause trouble for Young Master Lin if they met.
But as luck would have it, just as she reached the villa’s entrance, she spotted Lin Xuan walking toward her.
Xu Xiaoman’s eyes widened.
A well-dressed man in her sister’s villa?
His attire made it clear he wasn’t just a servant or bodyguard. That left only one possibility—her sister’s man.
No.
Her brother-in-law could only be Young Master Huo.
No other man was worthy of being her sister’s husband.
"Hey, who are you?" Xu Xiaoman blocked Lin Xuan’s path.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.
Xu Xiaoman?
In his past life, after marrying Qin Ruoyao, this woman had harassed him a few times before disappearing.
Why was she here now?
Was she also connected to Hua Bao?
But Hua Bao would never hurt him. Why would she send someone to torment him?
Lin Xuan smirked. "Why am I here? Because I’m the master of Night Manor."
Xu Xiaoman’s pupils shrank.
Her sister had taken a man? What about Young Master Huo?
She only recognized Young Master Huo as her brother-in-law.
Only he was worthy of her sister.
"Master of Night Manor?" Xu Xiaoman scoffed. "You? Don’t make me laugh."
"Let me make this clear—you’re just my sister’s plaything. Don’t get cocky."
Lin Xuan checked the time. It was time to leave. He couldn’t waste any more time on Xu Xiaoman.
Coldly, he ordered, "Guards."
A group of security personnel entered. "Young Master Lin," they greeted respectfully.
"Tie her up and throw her out of Night Manor," Lin Xuan commanded.
Xu Xiaoman crossed her arms and sneered. "You think you can order people around? I’m my sister’s half-sister by blood. You’re just an outsider. Do you really think these guards would dare lay a finger on me? Ridiculous!"
Yet—
"Yes, sir!" The guards responded without hesitation, moving toward Xu Xiaoman.
Even as they bound her hands and feet, Xu Xiaoman’s widened eyes still held disbelief.
They actually did it?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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