My Beloved

Mo Zhen stared at him and said, "It's your son who messed up everything."

Mr. Smith stated, "But, it's also your son who sent my son to the hospital. My son will take two months to recover fully. I think we are even, Mr. Mo. Don't you think so too? Please seat down. We are both upset, aren't we? We cannot talk properly if our tempers are high." He wasn't a top businessman for nothing. He could reign in his emotions in any situation.

Mo Zhen finally sat down and they talked about yesterday's incident.

After Larry was hurt, someone called the ambulance and then Mr. Smith and his family found out about him. They rushed to the hospital. It seemed Larry lost too much blood. So, the doctors stopped his bleeding and transfused blood. After his state came back from critical to normal, only then the doctors sent him to the operation theater.

"So, the operation ended some time ago," Mo Zhen commented. "Don't you keep a track on your son? How did he obtain illegal drugs?"

Mr. Smith replied, "I will find out soon. I'll ask the servants to search his room thoroughly. If we find something, I can ask my son right after he gains consciousness." He looked at Mo Zhen and asked, "How come I never heard of your adopted daughter? Why didn't you bring her along at the new year party?"

Mo Zhen sipped on the cup and drank a mouthful of hot tea. He replied, "She was in Paris till now. She just came back yesterday and this incident happened."

Mr. Smith expressed a fake lamentation. "That must be a horrible experience for her. However, to visit a nightclub at this age-"

Mo Zhen interrupted him saying, "She and your son are the same age. They are both fourteen. It wasn't her who chose to go there. It was her friend who decided everything. My adoptive daughter didn't even know that she was going to a nightclub." He didn't want Luther Smith to blame everything on Han Luo.

Mr. Smith corrected himself quickly, "I see, why don't you bring your daughter to meet my family sometime? I have a daughter. They can get along well."

"I don't think she would like it and my son won't allow her to go anywhere out of his sight either." Mo Zhen politely refused. He knew his son very well. He saw his son becoming lively after Han Luo came to London. For the past two years, he saw how quiet Mo Yuan was. He secretly blamed himself for Han Luo staying away from them.

A man understands a man the best. Mo Zhen was aware of Mo Yuan's feelings even before Mo Yuan understood his own emotions first.

Mr. Smith saw the line that was drawn and changed the subject. "Is that so… When did you adopt her?"

Mo Zhen answered, "It was three years ago. We care for her deeply. If anything happens to her, we won't let anyone off. I was shocked that it was your son, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith played with his golden fountain pen. "Me too, I cannot imagine my son could do something like that. Mr. Mo, about the video clips-"

"Those clips will be with me. I can't let others find out about such an incident. It'll ruin both your and your son's image. In any case, if he doesn't control himself and dares harm my daughter, it won't be my son next time; it will be me who will break your son's legs. Please tell him that," having had his final say, Mo Zhen finished his tea and stood up. "Goodbye Mr. Smith. I have things to do."

After he left, Mr. Smith threw his fountain pain to the floor. Nothing happened to it because the floor was covered with thick carpet. Since it didn't break, Mr. Smith got out of his chair and stomped on the pen. He felt like stamping on Mo Zhen and his son just like he did to the fountain pen. When it was completely broken under the pressure of his leg, he finally calmed down and sat on the couch.

His assistant knocked on the door and entered. "Boss, President Mo Zhen has left."

"Did he now? Go and find which girl he adopted. I want to know the face of the girl that seduced my fourteen year old child. That vixen needs to be taken care of,"

"Yes, boss," the assistant left.

Half an hour later, she brought a file and gave it to Mr. Smith. He looked at the file carefully and sneered, "What's so good about a Chink face? She has a charming body and that's it. She is also in the modeling industry. No wonder she can drink and go to the nightclub at such a young age. She is a waste. I can't believe my son fell for a girl like that. Girls like her are anywhere on the street. He could've just picked up one and had fun with it. My foolish son had to take a street girl that was adopted by Mo Zhen. Talk about the worst luck!"

"Where did this vixen come from?" He read her biodata and was bewildered to find out about her identity.

It was written –

Name: Han Luo

Date of Birth: 12 April, 19—

Father's Name: Han Ying Wei

Mother's Name: Qin Zheng

Mr. Smith covered his mouth. His hand trembled and anxiety grew inside him. 'Why… why is she here of all places? She should have been forbidden to get out of her country and she already stayed in Paris for two years? What's going on? And, how come she was adopted by the Mo Family? This cannot be happening and my son is also tangled with her. What should I do now?'

He thought deeply about it for a few moments and came to a conclusion. 'No, I cannot delay any further. I have to do something before it becomes too bothersome.' He looked at the picture of Han Luo's smiling face and tapped on it with his fingers.. 'Han Luo, I will remember this name.'