Chapter 523: No Escape

Yaen Chi arrived at the west side door.

The Lu Family’s car was easy to recognize, their license plate even more ostentatious than he had imagined.

“Where’s Chu Yao?”

Yaen Chi looked into the car window, but the glass was special and he couldn’t see if anyone was inside.

The driver, looking alert, stood by.

Yaen Chi spoke calmly, “Yaen Chi, a friend of Miss Lu.”

The driver didn’t think for long.

Just hearing the name Yaen Chi relaxed his expression, and he soon adopted a respectful demeanor.

“Miss Chu hasn’t arrived yet.

I was worried she might not find the place, so I deliberately parked the car here by the entrance.”

“Why not call her?”

Yaen Chi subconsciously picked up his phone, flipped through his contacts, and suddenly realized he didn’t have Chu Yao’s number.

She was like that, other than a few like Nan Jiaojiao, she practically shunned everyone else.

Getting close to Mo Tingshen was truly an exception.

“Let’s wait then.

I’ll keep you company.”

He took out a cigarette, placed it at the corner of his mouth, and handed another one to the driver.

The driver dared not accept it and gestured a refusal, but Yaen Chi lifted his hand and pushed it forward again, “Even if you don’t smoke, take it.

How can you refuse something given by the Crown Prince?”

In great trepidation, the driver took it with both hands as a light, carefree laughter from Yaen Chi fell overhead, “Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite.”

The driver hesitated, stealing a glance at Yaen Chi.

He was lighting his cigarette, his head tilting, leaning back against the car door, his features handsome, his skin porcelain white.

There were not a few rumors about this Rakish Crown Prince in Rongcheng City.

An endless stream of women surrounded him, sadly no woman lasted more than a month with him, but the severance was always generous enough that they parted with smiles.

There were rumors too that Yaen Chi was gay, continuously changing girlfriends just as a smokescreen.

The driver silently stepped back a couple of paces.

After all, he considered himself quite good-looking.

…

The elevator doors opened, and Chu Yao walked out, her gaze drooping, her eyes hazy, beginning to see double, not even able to distinguish left from right as she stepped forward.

She staggered a few steps, the empty echo of her high heels reverberating back to her ears.

She paused slightly.

Looking up, she realized she was in the garage.

“Wasn’t I supposed to go to the west side door?

Who the hell brought me here?”

No one answered; even the air seemed unwilling to engage with her.

The smell of alcohol churned in her stomach, a wave of spicy nausea surged upwards, and after burping, she couldn’t stop, leaning against the wall to vomit.

Nothing came out, but she felt increasingly worse, her head spinning unbearably.

After a moment, Chu Yao decided to head back, but suddenly numerous black-clad bodyguards emerged from around her and encircled her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Chu Yao straightened up, her face instantly turning cold.

Mo Li walked over, looking at her with deep intention, “Why are you here alone?

Where’s your agent?”

Chu Yao looked up, “Why is it you!”

Mo Li simply smiled silently.

The shock sobered Chu Yao up considerably.

She immediately grabbed her phone, not caring who she called, just wanting to get word out that she was stuck in the garage, knowing someone would come to rescue her.

“What are you waiting for?

Take the lady’s phone,” Mo Li commanded.

Hearing this, a bodyguard approached Chu Yao and took her phone.

Her slight strength was no match; she took a few deep breaths, suddenly feeling a chill all over, her fingers numb and trembling.

“What do you want to do?

You wouldn’t dare!”

Mo Li smiled strangely, cracked his neck, making a chilling crackling sound.

“Go, the lady is drunk.

Take her to the car.”

“Who dares touch me!”

Chu Yao backed away.

Her steps were unstable, and with bodyguards also behind her, her retreat caused the crowd to advance, blocking off all avenues of escape.