After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God Chapter 251: She Doesn’t Need a Backer, She Is Her Own (1)

Chapter 251: She Doesn’t Need a Backer, She Is Her Own (1)

Translator: _Min_

Pei Xu felt both stifled and angry.

For thirty years, he had been a seasoned veteran in the business world.

Yet, who could have imagined that he would be outmaneuvered by a girl not even twenty years old?

Even the members of the Yu family would not believe that Si Fuqing, at her tender age, could secure investment from RS Group. There must be a business magnate behind her.

Pei Xu could only think that Zuo Tianfeng and Si Fuqing had conspired to swindle shares from him!

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However, the signed agreement was legally binding. Who would willingly return the money they had acquired?

Both Pei Xu and Elder Qi had no choice but to leave the Pei Corporation.

Though they had some savings, it was nothing pared to the annual dividend shares.

How could Pei Xu not harbor resentment?

“Zuo Tianfeng, just you wait!” Pei Xu sneered coldly. “I may have been ousted from the Pei family, but I’ll make sure the Zuo family doesn’t have it easy! I’ll witness your downfall!”

Hearing these words, Zuo Tianfeng’s anger flared. “Pei Xu, you—” The call was abruptly cut off.

Attempts to redial showed that the number was unreachable.

Zuo Tianfeng’s face turned ashen.

He had been blocked.

Zuo Xianyu frowned, trying to calm her racing heart. “Dad, did I just hear ‘RS Group’?”

Zuo Tianfeng, having been unjustly berated, replied with a mix of anger and humor, “Pei Xu is delusional. What does he think RS Group is? A cabbage? He even said Si Fuqing knows the Duke of Muston?”

Zuo Xianyu’s expression changed drastically, and she blurted out in a rare loss of posure, “The Duke of Muston?!”

She suddenly remembered the number Si Fuqing gave her at the police station.

Disbelieving Si Fuqing’s words, she had left it there, likely discarded as scrap paper by now.

Zuo Xianyu unconsciously tightened her grip on her clothes.

Zuo Tianfeng, noticing her disposure, was puzzled. “Xianyu, you don’t really believe Si Fuqing knows the Duke of Muston, do you? Think logically, it’s impossible.”

“If Si Fuqing really knew the Duke, she would have been living a life of luxury in the Western Continent Dukedom long ago, not lingering in the obscure entertainment industry.

And if the Duke really had such influence, wouldn’t he have taken Si Fuqing away from our family long ago?”

Zuo Tianfeng had been somewhat kind to Si Fuqing, partly because of his father and partly in hopes of discovering her real parents.

If they were from a prestigious family, it would be a boon for the Zuos.

But after waiting so long, nothing materialized.

Zuo Xianyu exhaled slowly.

Indeed.

“Dad, I need a break, a few days off,” she said, rubbing her head. “I’ve been too tired lately, even misreading contracts.”

“No problem,” Zuo Tianfeng agreed readily. “You do need to rest.”

Zuo Xianyu ate little at dinner and went upstairs to rest.

Elsewhere, in a villa courtyard.

“Brother Nine, Zero reported that the Pei family secured investment from RS Group,” Feng San reported quietly. “The initial fund is 10 billion. It’s not a lot for RS Group, but it’s significant for the Peis.”

They were focused on RS Group but hadn’t expected the Pei family of Lin City to be involved.

Yu Xiheng pondered briefly, a faint smile spreading across his light amber eyes. “It’s her doing.”

“Her?” Feng San was momentarily confused, then exclaimed in shock, “Miss

He knew that Miss Si had been assisting the Pei family, but investment from RS Group?

That would require top-tier business negotiation skills to persuade the Duke of Muston to invest in a pany not even ranked in the top 100 of the Great Xia Empire.

What didn’t she know?

Feng San was dumbstruck, standing statue-like behind Yu Xiheng.

When Si Fuqing and Yu Tang returned, they showed no reaction.

Removing her hat, Si Fuqing’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, there’re late-night snacks. I’ve been burning through calories lately.”

The table was set with nutritious meals prepared by the chefs of Linjiang Pavilion.

“Qingqing, you have such a great figure,” Yu Tang admired. “You eat so much yet never gain weight. I daren’t even think about late-night snacks..”