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Rylan Cortez hurried away, but his return was just as fast.
He drove back to the hotel with a clatter, the front hood of his battered car having fallen off.
Upon arriving at the hotel lobby, he saw Antoine Cunningham chatting and laughing amicably with a group of people.
At that mont, he felt as though Antoine Cunningham was akin to the King of Hell himself, leaping out from Hell, a man who dared to do anything in Mongolia.
A sudden urge to cry welled up within him.
Antoine Cunningham also noticed Rylan Cortez but rely glanced at him before turning away without further acknowledgnt.
Rylan Cortez approached the manager and, after whispering a few words, was escorted upstairs by him.
A short while later, Rylan Cortez descended the stairs, his face deathly pale and his left arm wrapped in a down jacket, with the manager supporting him at his side.
In the lobby, he said nothing and quickly left the hotel, arranged into a car by the manager.
Antoine Cunningham appeared utterly indifferent to the death of a Mr.
Dyer, nor did he care about Rylan Cortez breaking an arm.
He continued to converse rrily with the crowd until Yusuf Zuck and his two companions ca downstairs.
Only then did Cunningham stand up.
“Let’s call it a day.
I appreciate all you good friends for coming over.
I’m really at a loss today, but another day, I will host and ensure a few rounds of good drinks with everyone!” Antoine Cunningham said to the crowd, giving a fist salute.
The guests exchanged a few cordial words with Antoine Cunningham before hastily taking their leave.
Only Sonny King remained, for he was stunned to see Yusuf Zuck and his own brother-in-law.
He realized that Yusuf Zuck knew Mr.
Cunningham, and his own brother-in-law seed to be acquainted with Antoine.
At that mont, Yusuf Zuck ca over and said, “Old King is here too?
Great, let’s leave together then.”
“Uh, Chairman, Mr.
Cunningham, you two…” Sonny King was utterly astounded.
“You two know each other?” Antoine Cunningham asked curiously, looking at Sonny King and Yusuf Zuck.
“Mr.
Cunningham, Yusuf Zuck is now the Chairman of Xing’an Pharmaceuticals, and I am working for him,” Sonny King replied with a smile.
“Oh, is that so.” Antoine Cunningham and Sonny King had business cooperation, mainly because Cunningham owned a cornstarch factory, and pharmaceuticals often required starch for solidification, or even for processing empty capsules.
Hence Sonny King could be considered Cunningham’s client, and they had t twice before.
“Do you have any plans for today?
I’ll be the host for lunch; let treat you,” Antoine proposed, looking at Yusuf Zuck and Sonny King.
“No, no, it can’t be you who’s treating.
I’ll be the host for lunch,” Sonny King quickly gestured with his hands.
“Neither of you need to host, I have to return to Beijing this morning.
I have a wedding to attend tomorrow, and it’s one of those must-attend events.
I have to take care of the factory’s business this morning.” Yusuf Zuck couldn’t afford to delay any longer.
As for dealing with Mr.
Dyer and Rylan Cortez’s matter, if Antoine wished to take it on, then so be it.
“You’re leaving in such a hurry?” Antoine glanced at Mia and asked, “Are you going back with him?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I return?” Mia responded with a smile.
“Alright, then I won’t insist on treating you.
Manager, go get so local products, and have them take it with them when they leave.”
“Sure thing,” the manager, Old Eight, nodded and then walked to the side to make a phone call.
Antoine Cunningham approached Mia and whispered, “Mia, I still have so things to take care of here, and a few people to et, so I can’t accompany you.
But next ti you co to Inner Mongolia, you can’t fail to give a call, understand?
If sothing were to happen to you in Inner Mongolia, how would I face your dad?”
“So when are you going to visit Beijing?” Mia asked him.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to go in a short ti,” said Antoine Cunningham, shaking his head.
The Dyer Family had wanted him dead, and they would definitely try to deal with him, so once he left Inner Mongolia, he would be in danger.
Therefore, he would also need to lie low for the ti being.
“Yusuf, I had planned to be a good host and invite you for a al, but since you don’t have ti, let’s forget about it.
However, the next ti you co, make sure to give a call in advance,” Antoine Cunningham said as he reached out to shake hands with Yusuf.
“I will,” said Yusuf with a smile.
“Sonny, co over for a mont after Yusuf and Mia leave,” Antoine Cunningham instructed Sonny King, and only then did Yusuf and his party drive away.
After Yusuf arrived at the pharmaceutical plant with Mia and Sonny King in a hurry, he first listened to the leadership’s report on their work during this period, followed by a financial report on the recent inco and expenses, as well as the profits from the previous year, and so on.
Knowing that Yusuf was in a hurry, Sonny King asked the speakers to keep it brief and pretty much did away with any prepared statents.
It was only after the reports were over that it was Yusuf’s turn to speak.
He started with thanks, expressing gratitude to all employees of the plant for their unity in overcoming difficulties.
He then affird everyone’s work in the past period, and finally set the tone by announcing increased investnt for the next year and the official launch of the advertising campaign.
Regarding employee benefits for the Lunar New Year, Yusuf added two more items to the report Sonny King had given him: one was a traditional holiday gift, and the other was a cash bonus, which would be transferred that afternoon.
The last point was about safety – reminding them that although the New Year holiday was coming, safety at the factory, including fire and theft prevention, must not be neglected.
In fact, Yusuf was a complete outsider when it ca to managent.
Before leaving, he summoned Sonny King to his office and repeated the sa ssage: he trusted Sonny King to handle the plant’s production and managent, telling him to go ahead and work hard without any restraint.
On the morning of January 21st, at 10 a.m., Yusuf left Ulaan Chab shortly after arriving, accompanied by a pickup truck sent by Antoine Cunningham.
The truck was packed full of local special holiday goods.
It was after six in the evening when Yusuf finally arrived at his ho in the capital.
Mia had been fussing in the car wanting to ‘recognize the house,’ so after so thought, Yusuf decided to bring her along as well.
Fortunately, there was only one person at ho – only Rachel Fournier was there by herself, with neither Paisley Kirk nor Raelyn Petty around.
Rachel took an extra look at Yusuf when she saw that he had brought back an unfamiliar pretty girl, while Mia eyed Rachel curiously.
“Rachel, this is Lara Tuff, called Mia, a friend of mine.
Where are the others?” Yusuf introduced her briefly.
Rachel smiled and said, “They’ve all gone to Marlon Shepherd’s place.
Tomorrow is the big day, so they went over to see if there was anything else that needed doing.”
“Oh, right,” Yusuf nodded, rembering that Miles O’Brien was getting married tomorrow, so Louise Garrett would definitely have organized people to check things out tonight.
The holiday goods from the pickup outside were unloaded into the yard, and Yusuf was about to take the driver out to eat, but the driver claid he needed to head back overnight and refused the al.
“Rachel, you’re so pretty.
Where do you work?
How old are you this year?” Mia, being nosy, began to inquire while Yusuf was talking with the pickup’s driver outside.
“I don’t work,” Rachel said with a smile.
“I’ve only been in the capital for a few days.
Yusuf takes care of my food and housing, but I have nothing to do with him – we’re just ordinary friends.” Rachel was highly discerning; she could easily tell that Mia and Yusuf shared an unusual relationship.
“Oh my, I didn’t say you had anything to do with him.
Rachel, who else lives here?
I saw many ladies’ shoes at the door!” Mia had already scanned the house and noticed many suspicious things.
Ladies’ shoes were placed at the door, several won’s garnts hung on the clothes rack by the window, and the house was filled with the scent of won’s perfu, among other things.
Most importantly, Mia was very good at reading people.
She observed Rachel’s deanor and attire and determined that the shoes at the door were not Rachel’s, nor were the clothes hanging to dry, and the perfu scenting the house wasn’t coming from Rachel either.
“Oh yes, Raelyn Petty and Paisley Kirk also live here.
Raelyn is Yusuf’s disciple, and Paisley, I guess, is his foster sister?”
“Oh, there are three of you living here?” Mia raised her eyebrows – Yusuf seed to have hidden several beauties in his golden house!
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