77: Chapter 77: Money Can’t Buy a Heart 77: Chapter 77: Money Can’t Buy a Heart “Yusuf Zuck, those incidents that happened last night… you mustn’t tell anyone about it,” Ruth Wilcox bit her teeth, her tears also swirling in her eyes.
She was about to cry, which would truly be losing face to the extre.
“This is our little secret, just rest assured,” Yusuf whispered.
“Who has a little secret with you…” Ruth scoffed under her breath.
The mont she thought about the situation Yusuf described last night, her face burned even hotter, wishing she could just find a hole to crawl into.
“Right, right, we don’t have any secrets.
But Ms.
Wilcox, let’s head back to Beijing,” Yusuf changed the subject, and he really did need to get back to Beijing.
As for the people in Shanghai, like the Third Brother and the Fifth Lord, they were not his true targets.
Whether it was the Third Brother or the Fifth Lord, they were both assigned by people from Beijing.
If he kept tangling with the local snakes here, it would really waste his ti.
“Mhm, let’s go back to Beijing,” Ruth sighed softly.
The Sanya project was certainly dood, but she couldn’t bla anyone for it.
If Yusuf hadn’t saved her, wouldn’t she have been truly ruined by Tyler Nash?
“Alrighty, let’s go back to the Marriott to pack up and book flight tickets,” Yusuf glanced at Ruth in the rearview mirror and urged with a smile, “Ms.
Wilcox, a blessing in disguise, right?
Don’t be sad, there might be even better opportunities waiting for you in the future.”
Ruth was amused by Yusuf’s teasing and laughed as she scolded, “Now you’re showing off your literary flair?”
“Haven’t I told you I’m learned in many fields, master of all?” Yusuf said, chuckling.
“Indeed, master of all, capable of practicing dicine, driving, martial arts, and now even quoting classic lines to give advice.
Not bad at all,” Ruth remarked with a twist of her mouth.
“That’s right, honestly, there aren’t many n like in the world,” Yusuf boasted.
“There aren’t many?
There should be none other than you!”
“Okay, Ms.
Wilcox, I’m wrong… I’ll stop boasting, okay?
Don’t put on a pedestal, it scares .”
“Just drive,” Ruth glared at him and said.
…
Soon, with Yusuf deliberately talking nonsense, Ruth’s mood gradually improved, and after a little more than half an hour, the two returned to the Marriott parking lot.
“Do we need to notify the executive secretary and the others?” Yusuf got out of the car, carrying three bags of jade artifacts and cash in his hands.
The car was rented and would have to be returned to the Marriott later.
“No need, let’s just go back ourselves.
Rember, you can’t tell anyone about last night’s events,” Ruth took the initiative to help Yusuf carry a bag, continuing to warn in a soft voice.
“I’m tight-lipped.
I’ve told you, it’s our little secret,” Yusuf said, winking at her.
“You’re terrible…” Ruth’s face reddened and her neck thickened with embarrassnt.
Had he seen everything last night?
She stamped her foot and quickly walked toward the Marriott.
Yusuf had no choice but to follow her.
Just as the two of them entered the Marriott lobby one after the other, then took the elevator upstairs, a young man who had been sitting in the lobby playing with his phone also stood up, walked out of the hotel, and got into a Skoda sedan in the parking lot.
He took out his phone, opened a video, and then onscreen appeared Ruth and Yusuf entering the lobby, one after the other.
“Snap—” He hit pause, then zood in on Yusuf’s face in the fra, tilting his head and scrutinizing it for a few seconds before promptly deleting the video.
He was called Little Knife, one of the Five Tigers serving under the Fifth Lord of Shanghai beach.
The Fifth Lord had sent him to assassinate soone, so he needed to confirm who it was and what they looked like first.
Now that he was certain, he could proceed with the next step of the plan.
He stayed in the car without leaving, keeping his eyes on the hotel’s revolving doors.
Ruth Wilcox returned to her room, then imdiately changed all her clothes and underwear—it was just that the underwear was too unsightly.
anwhile, Yusuf Zuck was on the phone with the bar, inquiring about flights to the capital that morning.
“Nine forty in the morning?
Are there tickets?
Two, yes, yes, yes, we need your hotel’s car to take us.
You have our ID numbers on file, great, we’ll be downstairs in ten minutes.”
Yusuf Zuck hadn’t expected there to be a morning flight, so he booked the tickets imdiately and, after getting himself ready, carried his bags and knocked on Ruth Wilcox’s door.
At this ti, Ruth Wilcox was holding her replaced underwear, struggling with whether to throw it away.
When the knock “Bang, bang, bang—” sounded, it gave her a big scare, and she quickly tucked the underwear into a compartnt in her suitcase.
“Who is it?” she asked toward the outside.
“Ms.
Wilcox, hurry up, I’ve booked the tickets—morning flight, nine forty departure, we have to go early.”
“Oh, wait for , I’ll be right out.” Ruth Wilcox cursed quietly, why was she frightened for no reason, getting all nervous.
“Okay, waiting for you,” Yusuf Zuck said, leaning outside the door.
“Creak—” After about a minute, dressed in a long dress, Ruth Wilcox erged, carrying her suitcase and donning large sunglasses.
“That dress is beautiful, and even more so on you,” Yusuf Zuck didn’t miss a beat to offer a complint.
“Soone’s starting with the nonsense again, aren’t they?” Ruth Wilcox glared at him.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s head ho.” Yusuf Zuck chuckled and hastened to open the elevator for Ruth Wilcox.
When they went downstairs, the hotel’s car was already waiting outside.
Yusuf Zuck paid for the plane tickets and service fee, and they got into the car and left.
As the hotel’s car left, a Skoda sedan in the parking lot also slowly followed behind.
Yusuf Zuck and Ruth Wilcox were sitting in the back of the car, and the driver was surprisingly the sa one who had picked them up from the airport.
“Here, this is for you.” While Yusuf Zuck was casually chatting with the driver, Ruth Wilcox sneakily handed him sothing and poked his thigh.
Yusuf Zuck looked down and saw that it was a wallet, long and obviously new.
“When did you buy this?
For ?” Yusuf Zuck was surprised; he hadn’t seen Ruth Wilcox buy a wallet.
“Take it if you love it,” Ruth Wilcox tossed the wallet away and then turned to look out the window.
Yusuf Zuck picked up the wallet and also saw the logo on it—two English letters, L and V.
Although he didn’t understand English, he knew with the initials L and V it was obviously the luxury brand Louis Vuitton, LV.
“Thank you,” Yusuf Zuck gratefully glanced at the girl sitting beside him.
He truly didn’t know when she had bought it, and he hadn’t expected her to buy him a wallet.
Ruth Wilcox turned around and said softly, “Don’t get the wrong idea, this is a reward from the boss to an employee, and also, you won’t get your bonus of ten thousand yuan.”
“It’s fine without the bonus, money can’t buy heartfelt gratitude.” Yusuf Zuck grinned and said, “Ms.
Wilcox, you’ve succeeded in buying off, but rest assured, this sort of bribery in the future can co even more fiercely.”
“Nonsense,” Ruth Wilcox couldn’t help but laugh.
While Yusuf Zuck and Ruth Wilcox were flirting with each other in the car, the driver following them, Little Knife, also took out his phone and dialed Master Wu’s number: “Master Wu, we probably won’t be able to make a move.
They’re carrying luggage and heading to the airport, seems like they’re leaving, currently on the airport road.”
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PS: A storm awaits Yusuf Zuck in the capital, the tale of Otis Quinn, the Shanghai beach gangster, and Yusuf Zuck is about to unfold.
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