Chapter 658 Abusing the Scum, the Presidential Palace Has Completely Lost Face [6 Updates]
"..."
The air suddenly became quiet.
There was no sound at all.
Catherine was standing far away, but she could still see the man's face clearly.
Familiar peach blossom eyes, familiar bewitching face.
It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly appeared and struck Catherine's ears.
It emitted a dull, booming sound, leaving her mind blank.
Fu Yunshen... How could it be Fu Yunshen?
Catherine's lips trembled violently, and she felt dizzy: "What, how could you..."
The paparazzi were stunned, their eyes glazed over.
Old man?
Ying Zijin's sugar daddy?
Fu Yunshen is hailed as the youngest business elite, and he is by no means old.
To call him a sugar daddy is clearly an insult to him.
"Mr. Fu!" The manager was the first to react, his legs trembling slightly. "It's you! What are you doing here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Fu Yunshen raised his eyelashes, curled his lips into a cold smile, "Or is it that having a hotel room with your fiancée violates the laws of J country?"
These words nearly made the manager collapse in fright: "No, no, no, Mr. Fu, we had no such intention. We came up here because we received news that someone was coercing Miss Ying."
Before coming here, he had already mentally reviewed all the powerful men in O continent.
But no one expected that the person in Ying Zijing's room would be Fu Yunshen.
Moreover, they are engaged!
“F-fiancée…” Catherine’s body swayed again, her lips drained of color.
Ying Zijing is Fu Yunshen's fiancée, so wasn't the engagement proposal made by the J country at the ball a complete joke?
Catherine's head was throbbing, and her face was burning with pain.
What is she doing?
Ying Zijing raised her hand and buttoned up the top two buttons of Fu Yunshen's shirt, her face expressionless: "Put your clothes on before you come out."
Fu Yunshen lowered his eyelashes and obediently said, "Okay, I'll go back and buy an Arab robe, and then I'll only show it to you."
Their conversation, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, sent chills down the spines of the others.
The paparazzi had already fled in panic, not even daring to pick up the camera that had fallen to the ground.
joke.
They dare to film Fu Yunshen?
Isn't this just courting death?
"Mr. Fu, Ms. Ying, we apologize for disturbing you. We are truly sorry." The manager wiped his sweat and apologized repeatedly. "We will leave now. We apologize for offending you both and will offer our condolences later."
Fu Yunshen gave a faint "hmm" and closed the door.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Valence, find out what happened today."
He roughly understood what was going on.
Someone maliciously spread rumors that Ying Zijing was hiding a man in her room.
Whatever the reason, it was clearly aimed at ruining Ying Zijin's reputation.
That crossed his bottom line.
Fu Yunshen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, but when he looked at the girl, they softened again: "Yaoyao, are you alright?"
"No." Ying Zijing yawned. "It's actually quite fun. We could write a script and make a low-budget web series."
"..."
His daughter really has a different way of thinking than most girls.
"I'm leaving." Fu Yunshen put on his coat. "What do you want for supper?"
"Let's go check out Chinatown." Ying Zijing slung her bag over her shoulder. "Chinese food is still the best."
"Okay." Fu Yunshen smiled and ruffled her hair. "Let's go."
**
The next day.
Early in the morning.
James is having morning tea with the First Lady.
He looked at the news about the Venus Group in the newspaper, and the veins on his hands bulged.
Even without the Laurent family as an ally, the Venus Group is no longer under the control of Japan.
James snorted and slammed the newspaper onto the table.
The First Lady suddenly spoke up: "Where's Catherine? Didn't she come back with you?"
When Catherine was mentioned, James's expression softened for once: "She and a few socialites are still at the hotel, they'll be back today."
"You too," the First Lady complained. "Who told you to be so impatient? Discussing the engagement in private wouldn't have led to such a scandal."
James was a little annoyed: "Who knew he filmed a video five years ago?"
The First Lady shook her head: "Easterners are just shrewd. There's nothing we can do but accept it."
Just then, a guard stumbled in, panicked: "Mr. President, something terrible has happened!"
"What are you doing?" James frowned, suppressing his anger. "Don't you all know the rules? Are you trying to rebel?"
Yesterday, the J country's presidential palace lost all face, and leaders of other countries are laughing at it.
If it weren't for the authority of the presidential palace, which prevents much news from circulating online, the J country's presidential palace would definitely be a laughing stock in the world right now.
With his morning tea time disrupted again, James's anger has intensified.
"Mr. President, it's...it's really serious." The guard stammered, "Her Highness the Princess has been brought back by the IBI."
James's expression changed drastically: "What did you say?"
How could Catherine be involved with the IBI, which combats international crime?
Before James could even leave, someone had already barged in.
Very arrogant, making no attempt to hide it.
Catherine was ruthlessly pinned to the ground by the two investigators; the force was so great that she screamed in pain.
The First Lady gasped, then panicked: "Catherine!"
But there were two IBI agents standing nearby with guns, and the First Lady didn't dare to go forward at all.
James's face darkened as he looked at Valence, who had just entered: "What do you mean by this, sir?"
The IBI's branch in Japan is located right across from the Presidential Palace.
Only the IBI would dare to act so brazenly in the Presidential Palace.
Valence doesn't usually show his face.
James knew IBI Director Licinius, but he had never met Valence.
“Mr. President, CEO Fu said, please keep an eye on your daughter.” Vallance smiled. “Tell her to put away her little schemes and not humiliate herself.”
"Meritoriously spreading false information and insulting foreign dignitaries, Mr. President, is this also your intention? Do you want to undermine world peace?"
This one sentence directly put a huge slap on James's head.
The veins on James' forehead throbbed, but he had no choice but to lower his proud head: "Sir, this is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Valence said coldly. "It's no misunderstanding. If it happens again, the IBI has the right to arrest your daughter in the name of maintaining world peace."
After saying that, he left with his men.
They maintained their arrogant style and showed no respect for the Presidential Palace.
The guard glanced nervously at James, who was on the verge of exploding in rage, and quickly retreated.
In the restaurant.
Catherine lay sprawled on the ground, trembling, her expression blank.
Even she herself didn't know why IBI had approached her.
This morning, she was still asleep when she was forcibly kicked out of the hotel by the staff.
Before they could even react, they were detained by IBI investigators.
James, unable to contain himself any longer, raised his hand and slapped Catherine across the face: "Look what you've done! Tell me, what did you do?"
Catherine's face swelled up instantly, and tears streamed down her face.
She covered her face, somewhat incredulous: "Dad?"
She has never been hit before, from childhood to adulthood.
The First Lady panicked and stopped James, asking, "What are you doing?"
"What did I do?" James was furious. "The IBI personally brought our daughter back, what do you think I did?"
If this gets out, Catherine's reputation will be completely ruined.
Who will propose to her in the future?
"I...I didn't do anything," Catherine briefly recounted the events, sounding even more aggrieved. "What does this have to do with the IBI? They arrested me by mistake!"
"Dad, you have to stand up for me!"
"Make the decisions?" James laughed angrily. "How can I make the decisions? Don't you know what the IBI's style is?"
Catherine fell silent.
In the eyes of IBI, there is no distinction between men and women.
The First Lady looked tense: "James, could Fu Yunshen still have connections with the IBI?"
James frowned.
Too.
In the past, IBI would never have had the time to deal with such matters.
The agents are busy on missions all over the world.
“Impossible.” James shook his head. “He’s a business elite, from a completely different field from the IBI. How could he possibly command IBI personnel?”
After careful consideration, the First Lady also realized it was impossible.
James continued, "For the next few months, Catherine shouldn't go out. She should stay home and reflect on her actions!"
"Alright, it's too late to say anything now." She helped Catherine up and sighed. "Let's not mess with the Venus Group anymore."
James nodded with a stern face.
Fu Yunshen has too many tricks up his sleeve; it's best to avoid him.
Otherwise, the Presidential Palace will be in trouble one day.
**
On the other side.
After being kicked out of the Venus Group, Joseph became a complete loser, penniless and destitute.
No matter how capable he is, no company dares to hire him.
Joseph, having exhausted all other options, used the little money he had left to buy a small villa.
He knew this couldn't go on, but all avenues were blocked by the Venus Group.
It's all Fu Yunshen's fault!
Joseph left home with a cold face, intending to buy a box of instant noodles at the nearby supermarket, but was stopped on the way.
He was a middle-aged man who smiled and said, "Mr. Joseph, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Joseph frowned: "Who are you?"
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Professor Manuel's assistant," the middle-aged man said. "Mr. Joseph should be familiar with this name, shouldn't he?"
Joseph narrowed his eyes, remaining expressionless: "What do you want with me?"
He was certainly familiar with the name Manuel.
Manuel holds a high position in the field of biochemistry and has invented many new products in recent years, almost surpassing Herwin at one point.
“We can provide Mr. Joseph with a colorless and odorless poison,” the assistant smiled slightly. “This chemical poison is a new product from the laboratory; if it kills someone, it will leave no trace.”
"Mr. Joseph has made so many contributions to the Venus Group, yet he has been expelled. Is he really willing to accept this?"
Joseph gritted his teeth: "What can I do?"
“Of course there’s another way.” The assistant took out a vial of medicine. “Even if the CEO dies, you can still return to the Venus Group. At least your abilities are undeniable, aren’t they?”
He lowered his voice: "The instructions are on the label. This is a new type of poison that doesn't even exist in the underworld."
Joseph's eyes flickered. After glancing around, he put the vial of potion into his pocket. "What do you want?"
“We don’t want anything,” the assistant laughed again. “We just can’t stand seeing Mr. Joseph being kicked out and Fu Yunshen’s family dominating the scene.”
Joseph was not easily fooled and asked again, "What exactly do you want?"
“Well, Mr. Joseph is indeed very intelligent,” the assistant said calmly. “Our target is Miss Ying, who is with this Mr. Fu, but that has nothing to do with you. We already have a solution.”
“Miss Ying?” Joseph frowned again. “Okay, I understand. Thank you for your help.”
He turned up his collar and left without looking back.
The bodyguard following behind the assistant hesitated for a moment: "Sir, can he really succeed?"
"Whether we succeed or not has nothing to do with us," the assistant said. "He's just trying to distract us. Let's go."
Their target was never Fu Yunshen.
Of course, it would be best if Joseph succeeded.
However, the assistant didn't have much hope.
**
Ying Zijin left the hotel.
She had arranged to meet Rita last night to go shopping at the newly opened mall in the city center.
As she turned into an alley, Ying Zijing's ears suddenly twitched, and she slowed her pace.
A dozen or so tall and burly bodyguards emerged from behind and surrounded the girl, slowly approaching her.
Ying Zijing looked up at her assistant, her expression calm: "It's you."
"It's kind of you, Miss Ying, to remember me. It's my honor." The assistant smiled. "Miss Ying, last time you declined the professor's invitation, so we had to take a more forceful approach. Would you mind coming with us?"
He winked at his bodyguards.
(End of this chapter)
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