In front of Gu Chengyu was a tablet with a surveillance video of Nanwan Resort on the screen.
In the corridor of the presidential suite, a woman dressed as a maid was holding a tray with Miss Su's missing jumpsuit.
Finally, it was delivered to Chen Que's room.
Assistant Zhao's voice tightened: "The maid that day said that it was Young Master Shen who gave the order."
"The surveillance footage has been retrieved, and it was indeed delivered to Young Master Shen's room."
"The maid who handled the matter has also been brought along; she's outside."
Gu Chengyu sat in the leather chair, his face expressionless, but even more terrifying than when he was angry.
When? From when did Shen begin to harbor those filthy thoughts?
"Let him in." Finally, Gu Chengyu spoke, his voice cold.
The office door was pushed open, and the South Bay maid walked in timidly.
She didn't even dare to look up, and knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Young Master Gu, that was Young Master Shen's order, I dared not disobey..." she stammered.
Explain clearly.
Gu Chengyu's voice was calm, yet carried a sense of impending doom: "That day, what did Shen Que do? What did he say?"
The maid recalled intermittently: "That day, Young Master Shen told us to go out first, and then he stayed at the hot spring for a while. When he came out, his expression wasn't very good."
He called me over, pointed to the little dress that Miss Su had left on the rock over there, and said: "Pack up the things inside and take them to my room."
The maid's voice trailed off: "He added one last thing: No need to wash."
The office was deathly silent.
The next second.
"Bang--!"
Gu Chengyu suddenly stood up and overturned the heavy solid wood desk.
The documents, computer, and monitor on the table were scattered all over the floor with a loud crash.
His chest heaved violently, and his usually arrogant and indifferent phoenix eyes were now filled with a terrifying storm, on the verge of spiraling out of control.
"Get out!" he said hoarsely, looking at the servant trembling on the ground.
The servant scrambled out of the room.
Assistant Zhao was so frightened that he dared not breathe and stood frozen in place.
Gu Chengyu's mind began to wander to random images: that light blue short skirt, being held in Chen Que's hands...
What will he do?
What else could he do with a girl's private clothes?
Gu Chengyu kicked the overturned corner of the table hard, making another loud bang.
The thought of what Shen Que might have done to that intimate garment that smelled of her made him want to kill.
That's Gu Chengyu's woman, how dare he do that?
How dare he covet with such filthy thoughts, or even fantasize in such a despicable way?
He turned around and faced Assistant Zhao, who was quite frightened:
"Go and check if it's true."
"I'll show him what happens when he touches my things." (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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