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"Third Young Master, then what should we do next?"
"Wait."
With the force of Lu Yiyao's palm, the veins on the back of his palm bulged, and the small porcelain cup was about to be crushed.
"Alright."
Hee Shen nodded slightly and replied calmly.
"Keep an eye on the 'the Lin's' side. Although Lin Yifei is dead, is Xiao Bilan still around?"
Lu Yiyao let go of his crossed legs and sat upright with his back straight.
"Third Young Master, don't worry. I will." Hee Shen said seriously.
The reason he had entered the the Lin's was partly to reveal his ambitions, but more importantly, it was because of the faith in his heart.
Even though he had already retired, he was still a member of the 'Heavenly Eagle'.
"Let's go."
Lu Yiyao put down the small porcelain cup and stood up.
"I'll walk you out."
Hee Shen also stood up, his attitude was very sincere.
"No need."
Lu Yiyao waved at him and strode out.
Hee Shen looked at his straight and proud back, with deep admiration in his eyes.
This man was courageous and resolute, swift and decisive. There was great love in his heart, and his treatment of his feelings was incomparably single-minded.
"..."
One afternoon.
Lu Yiyao and Lin Ange were busy.
Lu Yiyao, who returned to 'the Lu's', held two high-level meeting.
Ding Mo said to him right after the meeting ended.
"President, you asked me to investigate those people and they already have some idea."
"Let's talk at the office."
"Yes."
After entering the CEO's office, Ding Mo handed a stack of documents to him.
"CEO, these people are all dead."
Ding Mo crossed his hands and put them in front of his stomach. A hint of regret appeared on his handsome face.
"He passed away?"
Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes shrank, the light in his eyes was sinister and cold.
"Just 12 years ago, after Miss Holland's car accident, these people all died for no apparent reason."
Ding Mo reported honestly.
"12 years ago?"
Lu Yiyao's brain felt like it was being pierced by a needle. Some scenes flashed through his mind like lightning, fleeting. His forehead was aching.
He frowned and looked at the documents Ding Mo gave him carefully. The information regarding these people was extremely unfamiliar to him. Why did they 'chase' him down all those years ago?
The information was very normal, and there were no clues as to what was happening. These people did not join any 'teams'. They were all ordinary people.
How could ordinary people possess firearms?
It seemed that someone must have tampered with their information so that he had no way of finding out.
Lu Yiyao tried hard to recall, but his mind was still blank. Due to the excessive use of strength, his brain felt as heavy as lead.
"CEO, what you said about the 'memory seal', how could I not find out?"
Ding Mo lowered his head and said.
Strangely, he had thoroughly investigated all the hypnotists in Z and found nothing.
Being able to completely seal a person's memories was definitely not an easy task. It was extremely difficult for ordinary hypnotists to do so.
He then tried to set his sights on foreign countries. However, according to the results of the investigation, Lu Yiyao did not go abroad at all during that time, nor did any hypnotist from abroad enter the country.
"Can't find it?!"
Anger appeared on Lu Yiyao's stern face, and his gaze was as frightening as a falcon's.
"CEO, I'll go investigate more …"
Ding Mo's heart tightened. He swallowed his saliva and replied nervously.
"Lu Jinhui?!"
Lu Yiyao's cold gaze suddenly contracted. A bone-piercing coldness that was mixed with a monstrous fury burst out.
"CEO..."
Ding Mo's head drooped even lower.
No wonder Lu Yiyao was so angry. If his guess was right, then apart from the chairman, who else would dare to treat him like this?
But why would the chairman do that?
"You go out first."
"Yes."
Ding Mo responded and walked out.
Inside the black and white office of the CEO, the cold air was oppressive.
Sunlight shone through the French windows. Even a few warm colors could not create warmth.
Lu Yiyao's dark pupils contracted inch by inch as he stared at the man on the data.
"Lu Yiyao, don't run …"
"Lu Yiyao, if you run again, I'll shoot you …"
His eyes turned blood-red.
Lu Yiyao's eyes turned red as he heard the urgent but chilling voice of a pursuer.
What happened that day?
Why couldn't he remember anything at all?
Lu Yiyao's grip on the documents tightened as the veins on the back of his palms popped up and his joints turned white.
Soon, the information in his hands was crumpled into a ball and was about to be crushed.
He felt like he was on fire, and an indescribable anger welled up from his chest and rushed to the top of his head.
Bang.
He threw the information forward with all his might and leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed.
He concentrated, trying to recall the scene that flashed by like lightning. Unfortunately, the remaining memories were fragmented and could not be pieced together.
In the end, the only images suddenly vanished into thin air. The brain, like the wind, left nothing behind.
Lu Yiyao's head hurt so much that his forehead started to sweat profusely.
His heart felt like it was going crazy, but he didn't know what to do.
He wondered if he should go to the intersection where Helan Jing met her again and see if he could remember anything.
Or today.
After making up his mind, he gradually calmed down from his chaotic and irritable state of mind. He slowly opened his slightly swollen eyelids and everything before his eyes gradually became clear.
Sunlight shone through, shining on a piece of jade on the Bogu shelf. Beneath the warm glow, there was a hint of coldness.
Just as Ding Mo was about to go in to bring him coffee, Gong Nanling came up.
"Young Director Gong …"
"Give it to me."
Gong Nanling took the opportunity to take the cup of coffee and asked.
"Assistant Ding, how is Uncle today?"
"Not very good."
Ding Mo's handsome face revealed a hint of worry.
"Alright, I understand."
Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows slightly raised. He took a deep breath and pushed open the office door after being mentally prepared.
"Little uncle …"
Lu Yiyao frowned and didn't look up. His dark eyes were still staring at the numbers on the screen.
"Uncle, your coffee."
Gong Nanling confirmed Ding Mo's words with a glance.
His aunt was in a rather bad mood today.
He gently placed the coffee cup on Lu Yiyao's desk and stood there respectfully, not daring to sit down.
"What are you doing up here?"
Lu Yiyao glanced at him casually with a cold gaze. The coldness in her eyes made people tremble with fear.
"Oh, that …"
Gong Nanling paused for a moment and replied as he looked at the steaming cup of coffee.
"That grandfather just called me and told you to come back to the old house for dinner today. "Oh right, I even asked you to bring Little Aunt and Yanyan with you …"