"Are you afraid of me?"
Just as Meng Zhen took a step forward, the man's voice caught up with him.
She suddenly felt a burning sensation on her back.
"Well, I'm scared of you."
Sincerity is the greatest killer skill. Meng Zhen shrank his neck and answered seriously.
Oh.
Chen Zhuo chuckled, and for the first time, he was at a loss for words when faced with such a sincere answer.
When he wanted to speak again, the woman had already entered the room and even drew the curtains tightly.
Suddenly the smile on his lips deepened. Was he on guard against him?
If Uncle Zhong and his men were at the scene, they would have been so shocked that their jaws would drop.
I've only ever seen women go to great lengths just to say a few words to their young master.
I've never seen a young master who would chase after someone and not pay any attention to them.
Shen Zhuo returned to the room.
A phone call called Uncle Zhong from next door over.
"Young Master."
Less than a minute after hanging up the phone, Uncle Zhong stood respectfully in front of him.
"Help me check someone." Chen Zhuo leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and raised his chin towards the coffee table.
Eyes flashed with interest.
Uncle Zhong picked up the form, which was a hotel check-in form.
Meng Zhen, a mainlander...
"Master, what is this?" Uncle Zhong asked tentatively.
We have to understand the young master's attitude before we know how to investigate.
Should we directly tie the person up for interrogation or use the interrogation method?
As expected, Shen Zhuo said calmly, “Don’t touch her.”
Uncle Zhong immediately understood: "Okay, young master."
"By the way, one of my men just called and said Miss Zhu had an accident in Lan Kwai Fong tonight."
"It's said that she was groped by a man from the interior."
"Do you need me to ask Ali and the others to make a trip?"
Although Miss Zhu and the young master have broken up tonight, people outside don't know about it yet.
I'm afraid this will hurt the young master's reputation.
But Shen Zhuo didn't care at all, and said in a cold tone:
"Don't worry about it. I got a million dollars in breakup fee, so it's not like I can't handle such a small matter."
Hearing Chen Zhuo mention the huge breakup fee, Uncle Zhong was also puzzled:
"Master, why did you agree to such a large breakup fee from Miss Zhu?
If word gets to the second and third wives, they'll probably file a complaint against you in front of the board of directors."
Uncle Zhong has been following Chen Zhuo for so long, but he still can't figure out the young master's style of doing things.
People outside say that the young master dotes on Miss Zhu, but no one has ever seen the young master bring Miss Zhu back to Banwan Villa.
Even in this hotel suite, Miss Zhu never stayed overnight.
As for the intimacy between the two, apart from linking arms, the young master did not have any more physical contact with the other party.
He even suspected that the young master had no interest in Miss Zhu at all.
"Uncle Zhong, everyone has weaknesses." Shen Zhuo said this lightly, answering Uncle Zhong's question.
Uncle Zhong stood there, thinking over these words over and over again, and after a moment he suddenly realized.
Yes, the Shen family doesn’t need perfect people.
If the young master didn't have one or two exposed weaknesses, the people from the second and third houses would probably be even more wary of him.
Now the young master has started to support female celebrities like those rich playboys, spending lavishly on them, and appearing in gossip magazines every day.
The people from the second and third houses were happy to watch the fun, but they would not put any more effort into dealing with the young master.
After thinking it through, Uncle Zhong had a clear idea in his mind.
Although Chen Zhuo didn't mention keeping Zhu Lingling in check, Uncle Zhong still had his men keep an eye on her to prevent her from causing trouble for the young master.
In the executive suite next door.
Meng Zhen's mood for enjoying the night view was ruined, so he had to wash up and prepare for bed.
As soon as I finished tidying up and lay down, the phone on the bedside table rang.
"Ms. Meng, a Mr. Qi Yang called the front desk and left a message saying that your uncle is in trouble in Lan Kwai Fong."
The receptionist repeated the original words.
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