The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 15 In the Master's Hands

The maid just waved her hand, probably not understanding.

Yan Zhixin didn't bother to gesture with her, so she opened the shoe cabinet, but saw all high heels.

She suddenly thought of something, ran back to the bathroom, put on her flip flops, opened the door, and walked out.

Outside is a well-lit corridor.

In the corridor, eight bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood against the wall at a distance, whether they were protecting her or monitoring her.

Seeing her knocking on the floor wearing flip flops, they unconsciously twitched their eyes.

They had seen many women who wanted to please Mo Junting.

She is so "willful", is she trying to show that she is pure and unaffected?

They were looking at her quietly, and she was looking at them too.

Yan Zhixin recognized one of the bodyguards who had appeared in the coffee shop before, walked up to him and asked, "Where is my cell phone?"

Surprise quickly flashed across the bodyguard's face, and he replied according to the voice from the wireless headset: "It's in the young master's hands."

Yan Zhixin raised her face and said, "Where's the clothes? Where's the luggage? Are they all at your young master's place?"

The bodyguard dutifully replied: "The clothes are thrown away, and so is the luggage."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

That psychopath!
Yan Zhi said anxiously: "Where did you throw it? I have the documents inside!"

The bodyguard replied: "The ID is in the hands of the young master."

Yan Zhixin took a deep breath: "Where is he?".

The bodyguard said: "Follow me."

Walking through the long corridor, the bodyguard stopped at a door and knocked.

After hearing the response, he reached out and gently pushed the door open.

High-end and atmospheric bookshelves, a wide range of books, spacious and classical desks, large floor-to-ceiling windows, and a large semi-open terrace... The fresh sea breeze blows in front of you.

The man dressed casually stood in front of the railing of the terrace, leaning his elbows on the railing, looking at the endless blue sea, the bright sunlight fell on his body, even if he bent over, he still gave people a sense of aloofness, dignity and mystery.

It was Mo Junting.

Besides him, who else could have such an aura of self-importance.

The housekeeper Ling Shan stood beside him and read the report to him.

After reading, he said his decision in a cold and decisive voice.

Yan Zhixin stood at the door, listening to his voice quietly, and vaguely heard that it was the acquisition of Tianhong Entertainment.

Yan Jia Xinghui and Tianhong Entertainment are colleagues, Yan Zhixin vaguely knows that Tianhong Entertainment used to be the biggest in the industry, but in the past few years, it has been stuck in its own way and has been squeezed out.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. After Mo Junting's merger and acquisition, once reforms are made, it will soon take off again.

No matter how resentful she was, she had to admit that there was a reason why this man could become the most expensive single man in the world.

He crushes the world in intelligence and determination.

It's a pity that he is an inexplicable psychopath.

Not wanting to go in and disturb their work, she casually looked around the study room, and was soon attracted by the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

The handwriting of the iron painting and the silver hook is like a gold and iron horse flowing through it, and it has aura... Eh?Isn't this the calligraphy of her grandfather a few years ago?

Her grandfather doesn't easily leave notes for others, so how could there be calligraphy hanging here?

In a daze, the butler had already recorded every decision Mo Junting made for Tianhong Entertainment, and asked respectfully, "Please change your name, master."

"Emperor..." Mo Junting suddenly turned around, leaned his back against the railing, and looked straight at Yan Zhixin.

(End of this chapter)