Chapter 1263: Where Is She

Chu Yao stared at him without blinking.

Her gaze grew colder and colder.

The man, under her gaze, inexplicably felt like he might be shot at any moment.

“Chu…”

“Isn’t it just about money?” Chu Yao scoffed lightly, “How much, a million?”

Wow!

Don’t you start bidding with five figures?

Do celebrities make such generous offers?

“Ten million?”

Chu Yao furrowed her eyebrows.

The man’s eyes widened.

She frowned even deeper, “Twenty million?”

He’d never seen so much money in his life!

At this price, Chu Yao saw he still hadn’t agreed and thought he must be top-level, including separate fees for services rendered and outing fees.

“Thirty…”

“Miss Chu!”

The man, excited, wanted to embrace her but dared not, so he clenched his fists, “Twenty million is enough, it’s really enough, I…”

He gritted his teeth, “I’m willing to serve you!”

If worse comes to worst, he would quit after this one job—this deal was enough for him to retire.

Chu Yao smiled in satisfaction, “Is there a room upstairs here?”

“There is, but it’s not clean.

Often, the sheets aren’t changed.

There’s a five-star hotel across the street; if Miss Chu wants, I have a membership card.”

“Then let’s go.”

Chu Yao slowly released her hand, with fingers crossing from the man’s neck to his collarbone, tapping lightly on his neatly tied tie, then continuing upward, fingers crawling over his sternum, then down to his lower abdomen, and then,

grabbing the bottom of the tie, wrapping it around her hand once.

“You ducks are quite particular, wearing suits and ties.”

“…Professional ethics.”

Chu Yao tugged forcefully, pulling him over.

The man did not resist, following her pull, almost falling into her arms.

But Chu Yao sidestepped and even kicked him in the chest, straightening his previously slumped posture.

Before he could stabilize himself, she dragged him outside.

Bodyguards from the dance floor surrounded them from all directions, quickly following.

The leader of the security team had a head full of worries, yet someone beside him insensitively asked, “What do we do, Brother Hui?

President Mo told us to follow from a distance and not disturb Miss Chu; we can’t exactly follow her into the hotel room, can we?”

“Do you think Miss Chu hasn’t noticed us?”

“Huh?

So, should we follow or not?”

Brother Hui suddenly asked, “Should we break your leg or mine, or maybe poke each other’s eyes out?”

“What do legs and eyes have to do with this?

I’m fine and don’t want to be crippled.”

“Then hurry up and report to President Mo, or are you waiting to be punished!”

“Oh, then make the call quickly.”

“You’re holding my hand too tightly for me to move!”

Just then, the phone rang, annoyingly, it was Mo Tingshen calling, and Brother Hui and his subordinate were so scared they almost dropped the phone.

It took a few shakes before they steadied it and quickly followed her outside, fearing losing track of Chu Yao would be even worse.

“Where is she?” Mo Tingshen’s voice was low.

Brother Hui looked up at the brightly lit hotel, closed his eyes, “Miss Chu caught a man at the bar and went to a room.”

Silence.

A deathly cold silence.

About half a minute later, Mo Tingshen’s cold, mocking laughter rang out, “Good job.”

Hotel.

Chu Yao booked a deluxe couple suite.

“Miss Chu, would you like a waterbed?” Little Duck asked obsequiously.

Chu Yao’s eyes were heavy with intoxication, the bright, stark lights of the lobby made it hard to fully open them; half-closed, she exuded an even more alluring charm.