When Fu Lei handed the noblewoman’s family over to his subordinates for transport, he noticed that everyone in the vehicle was staring at him in silence. His expression darkened instantly.
“If you have something to say, spit it out! What’s with all the hesitation?”
“Uh… where is the Marshal planning to take that girl from the Leng family?” The oldest member in the vehicle, seeing that no one else dared to speak up, had no choice but to step forward and ask. After all, despite his young age, Fu Lei was the Marshal’s personal guard. If they didn’t clarify this now, it would be difficult to arrange things later.
Fu Lei instinctively glanced back. The Marshal’s personal vehicle was only five meters away, while Leng Yiyao had been placed in the last car. The Marshal had simply ordered them to “take her away” but hadn’t specified where exactly.
Frowning irritably, he checked his watch. It was already close to seven o’clock. If someone hadn’t deliberately leaked the Marshal’s itinerary and drawn unwanted visitors, the Marshal wouldn’t have been wandering around like this today—much less run into such a bizarre person.
Yes, bizarre.
That was the only word that came to mind when he thought about Leng Yiyao’s behavior.
Five minutes ago, he had received a full background report on the Leng family.
Leng Weiran was the epitome of a patriarch—his authority in the family was absolute. His most valued son, Leng Chao, was no pushover either. Over the years, the Leng family’s wealth had skyrocketed, proving their business acumen.
As for the two Leng daughters—
The eldest, Leng Yirou, was considered a model woman of high society. She had been trained in etiquette by private tutors from a young age, excelled academically, studied abroad, and earned a stellar reputation, attracting a host of high-quality suitors.
In contrast, the youngest daughter was practically invisible—always lurking in her sister’s shadow. She never made public appearances but was notorious for indulging in food, drink, and leisure, the perfect image of a spoiled second-generation heir.
But could a mere rich girl stare directly at the Marshal with such composure, without a trace of fear?
Fu Lei sneered.
If he hadn’t thoroughly investigated the Leng family and personally witnessed Leng Yirou and Leng Chao’s reactions, he would have started to wonder if ordinary civilians had suddenly become fearless.
Leng Chao and Leng Yirou’s responses had been the only normal ones.
No matter how wealthy they were, they were still just merchants.
“Have the last car speed up and take her directly to the main hall,” Fu Lei instructed after some thought, ultimately deciding to move Leng Yiyao’s vehicle to the front of the convoy.
Sure enough, five minutes later, when He Mo stepped out of his car and entered the hotel, Leng Yiyao was already waiting in the lobby, flanked by two officers on either side.
He Mo didn’t stop for even a second as he walked past them.
The surrounding officers looked at Fu Lei in embarrassment. What… was this supposed to mean?
Fu Lei smirked. Idiots. If the Marshal had truly found Leng Yiyao’s presence inappropriate, he would have ordered her removal immediately.
The fact that he had said nothing meant there was no need for further instructions.
“Take her upstairs,” Fu Lei ordered the two officers guarding her before quickening his pace to catch up with the Marshal.
“Ding—”
The moment the hotel’s glass elevator reached the top floor, a soft chime echoed down the corridor. The people stationed outside immediately turned, quickly gathering around the elevator doors.
He Mo, expression unreadable, moved forward as if the hallway was empty. Surrounded by Fu Lei and the other officers, he walked straight toward his room, not sparing the waiting crowd even a glance.
The lavishly dressed individuals, their faces tense with anticipation, anxiously turned toward the man seated on the sofa.
At last, one of them whispered, “Your Highness, what should we do?”
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