Chapter 392
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12:00 Noon, Elite Saphire Penthouse ;
"Holy mother of Culinary God! Sister-in-law, this French toast is so good.", Xi Ying stared at the woman in the Kitchen with utter amazement, "Can I get one more?", she asked.
"Sure, Honey.", Rong Xinghe's lips curled up in a faint satisfied smile, "You want some juice too?"
"That would be great. Thank you.", the girl nodded, "By the way, don't you have work today?"
"Nah. I will just work from home. I have a meeting with the Prime Minister, though. But I guess I can talk him into coming here.", the girl said, as she poured herself a glass of water, "I just don't feel like going anywhere today."
"Wait. So you are telling us that the PM himself will be coming here?", Xi Fang looked away from his phone screen, taken aback, "Sister-in-law, couldn't you tell that to us, a little earlier? We could've ordered the Butler to make proper arrangements.
"He is not some mere friend you've invited. He is a Politician. We Businessmen have to have smooth relations with them. And the first step, as my brother always says, if to keep them impressed."
"Fang, calm down.", Rong Xinghe chuckled, "This is the place owned by the CEO of Xi Corporations. Its cleanliness and comfort haven't been compromised for years now. Don't worry.
"Nevertheless, if the Prime Minister of the nation can't deal with even the slightest bit of discomfort, what good is he? How would he ever be able to look after the thousands of people going through unemployment, and sanitation, and electricity and water problems?
"I will just fire him right away, in that case."
Xi Wei, who was enjoying his morning latte, choked on it, and lifted his head up to look at the woman, totally shocked, "Wha...what?!! You can do that, Sister-in-law, can you?", he managed to ask.
"Yeah. I am authorized to do that.", the girl shrugged nonchalantly, "I mean, not with that very reason. I'll have to fabricate a proper web, for him to walk right into. But yes. Until the next elections, only I can do it. To both, the Prime Minister and the President."
"I know I am going to sound very selfish after what I'll say next, Sister-in-law. But please, oh please, never leave our brother!", Xi Fang added, still astonished, eliciting a breezy laugh from the girl.
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2:00 p.m., Elite Saphire Penthouse ;
"What do you mean he has had plastic surgeries before?", Rong Xinghe almost lost control of the cup of coffee in her hands as she squawked into the phone, "Are you sure you're talking about Ahmed Ali Fadhil?"
"Xinghe... what do you think?", Jackson Marshal said back, in a poised cautious tone, as he grazed his eyes over the fine medical files in his hands "I am standing in Aftaab Ali's office, digging into his paperwork, decoding his locker passcode. Why the hell would I make it up?!"
"But plastic surgery? Are you sure you are not telling me a freaking movie script?! How is it even possible?", the girl couldn't still believe what she'd just heard.
"Xinghe... I am not going to stand in enemy territory and convince you that I am not lying. But yeah, Ahmed Ali Fadhil has had four Plastic surgeries in total, to date. Apparently, he changed his look after every major destruction he caused across Europe. Unfortunately, there is no evidence of his current guise. I've already clicked the photos. I will mail them to you later."
"Okay. I will look into it.", Rong Xinghe sighed, "Get out of there as soon as possible. Abram just paged me. Aftaab Ali is on his way to his office right now."
"Yeah. Got it."
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10:00 p.m. ;
"Did the Prime Minister leave?", Xi Yuan walked through the main door, stunned by the messy view in his living room. There was no place for anyone to sit on the couch, or table, floor even. Every corner of the dimly-lit well-crafted room was covered under a blanket of paper. From government documents to crumbled paper balls and torn sheets of paper, it was quite a scary scenario. The man could feel a strong aura of frustration radiating through the 'perpetrator', sitting right into the middle of the room and the mountains of the papers.
Rong Xinghe lifted her head up tiredly, "Welcome back home.", she smiled wryly, "Sorry for the mess. I was just trying to figure out something."
"It's okay.", Xi Yuan chuckled as he shook his head, "It's nice to see you in your work mode, though. It's... um... Let's just say, I've never been this attracted to you before."
"Hehehe.", the girl grinned, "Why, thank you, Mister."
"So... care to share the problem, that has you all troubled?", the man crossed his arms, "I am sure you haven't eaten anything yet either."
"I don't want to.", the girl shook her head, reluctantly.
"Wait. Wait a second, I think one of your brothers called me earlier.", Xi Yuan pulled out his phone from his suit pocket, "I should check as to what was that about, right? I should brief them about your little food tantrums too, while I am at it."
"Are you threatening me? Seriously?", the girl squinted her eyes at the man.
"Oh, look! It was Bro Lu. I believe he would have a lot to say about it, hmm?", the man smirked, as he showed his phone screen to the girl.
"I. Will. Eat. Something. Mexican.", the girl gritted her teeth, letting out a breath hard enough to be heard.
"Good girl.", Xi Yuan tucked the phone back in, and held onto the girl's hand, their fingers intertwined, as he hauled her towards the kitchen, "Keto Taco Casserole? Or Lettuce? Or Enchiladas?"
"Tacos Al Pastor.", the girl replied.
"Okay. Now, what's the big work problem?", the man smiled, helping the girl to sit comfortably at her usual spot, the kitchen counter.
Over the next half an hour, the man chopped the vegetables, cooked tortillas, poured the girl a glass of wine; while she harped on endlessly about how there was no definite way to identify the most savage, feral, ravening terrorist across the globe, and how it could affect Country X's security. Xi Yuan, of course, as always, listened. Patiently, and calmly.
"What do you think I should do?", Rong Xinghe asked.
The man remained silent for roughly five seconds before he spoke up, "A person can change their appearances, and methods, and tactics. But their combat technique is a subconscious part of them. No matter how many people learn Taekwon-do, every individual has their own signature move. This person should be no different, Xinghe."
As she listened to the man intently, Rong Xinghe's eyes lit up with amazement, "Oh my God, Yuan, I love you. Ahmed Ali Fadhil does have a signature method! He has this brainsick psychotic habit of marking a cross on the foreheads of his dead victims, with his dagger. You're so right. It shouldn't be difficult for Elijah to dig into it.
"Damn it! How could I not see it?!! Thank you so much."
"I love you too.", Xi Yuan laughed heartily, focussing on the former part of the girl's words, as he fed her the first freshly grilled taco, with crisp, lightly malty beer, like an amber ale, himself, "Eat first. Then we're going for a walk and an ice-cream outside. Only then will you be allowed to get back to your work. Boyfriend rights executed. With immediate effects."
"Aye, aye, Sir!", the girl agreed with a laugh.
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12:00 Noon, Elite Saphire Penthouse ;
"Holy mother of Culinary God! Sister-in-law, this French toast is so good.", Xi Ying stared at the woman in the Kitchen with utter amazement, "Can I get one more?", she asked.
"Sure, Honey.", Rong Xinghe's lips curled up in a faint satisfied smile, "You want some juice too?"
"That would be great. Thank you.", the girl nodded, "By the way, don't you have work today?"
"Nah. I will just work from home. I have a meeting with the Prime Minister, though. But I guess I can talk him into coming here.", the girl said, as she poured herself a glass of water, "I just don't feel like going anywhere today."
"Wait. So you are telling us that the PM himself will be coming here?", Xi Fang looked away from his phone screen, taken aback, "Sister-in-law, couldn't you tell that to us, a little earlier? We could've ordered the Butler to make proper arrangements.
"He is not some mere friend you've invited. He is a Politician. We Businessmen have to have smooth relations with them. And the first step, as my brother always says, if to keep them impressed."
"Fang, calm down.", Rong Xinghe chuckled, "This is the place owned by the CEO of Xi Corporations. Its cleanliness and comfort haven't been compromised for years now. Don't worry.
"Nevertheless, if the Prime Minister of the nation can't deal with even the slightest bit of discomfort, what good is he? How would he ever be able to look after the thousands of people going through unemployment, and sanitation, and electricity and water problems?
"I will just fire him right away, in that case."
Xi Wei, who was enjoying his morning latte, choked on it, and lifted his head up to look at the woman, totally shocked, "Wha...what?!! You can do that, Sister-in-law, can you?", he managed to ask.
"Yeah. I am authorized to do that.", the girl shrugged nonchalantly, "I mean, not with that very reason. I'll have to fabricate a proper web, for him to walk right into. But yes. Until the next elections, only I can do it. To both, the Prime Minister and the President."
"I know I am going to sound very selfish after what I'll say next, Sister-in-law. But please, oh please, never leave our brother!", Xi Fang added, still astonished, eliciting a breezy laugh from the girl.
____________
2:00 p.m., Elite Saphire Penthouse ;
"What do you mean he has had plastic surgeries before?", Rong Xinghe almost lost control of the cup of coffee in her hands as she squawked into the phone, "Are you sure you're talking about Ahmed Ali Fadhil?"
"Xinghe... what do you think?", Jackson Marshal said back, in a poised cautious tone, as he grazed his eyes over the fine medical files in his hands "I am standing in Aftaab Ali's office, digging into his paperwork, decoding his locker passcode. Why the hell would I make it up?!"
"But plastic surgery? Are you sure you are not telling me a freaking movie script?! How is it even possible?", the girl couldn't still believe what she'd just heard.
"Xinghe... I am not going to stand in enemy territory and convince you that I am not lying. But yeah, Ahmed Ali Fadhil has had four Plastic surgeries in total, to date. Apparently, he changed his look after every major destruction he caused across Europe. Unfortunately, there is no evidence of his current guise. I've already clicked the photos. I will mail them to you later."
"Okay. I will look into it.", Rong Xinghe sighed, "Get out of there as soon as possible. Abram just paged me. Aftaab Ali is on his way to his office right now."
"Yeah. Got it."
_____________________________
10:00 p.m. ;
"Did the Prime Minister leave?", Xi Yuan walked through the main door, stunned by the messy view in his living room. There was no place for anyone to sit on the couch, or table, floor even. Every corner of the dimly-lit well-crafted room was covered under a blanket of paper. From government documents to crumbled paper balls and torn sheets of paper, it was quite a scary scenario. The man could feel a strong aura of frustration radiating through the 'perpetrator', sitting right into the middle of the room and the mountains of the papers.
Rong Xinghe lifted her head up tiredly, "Welcome back home.", she smiled wryly, "Sorry for the mess. I was just trying to figure out something."
"It's okay.", Xi Yuan chuckled as he shook his head, "It's nice to see you in your work mode, though. It's... um... Let's just say, I've never been this attracted to you before."
"Hehehe.", the girl grinned, "Why, thank you, Mister."
"So... care to share the problem, that has you all troubled?", the man crossed his arms, "I am sure you haven't eaten anything yet either."
"I don't want to.", the girl shook her head, reluctantly.
"Wait. Wait a second, I think one of your brothers called me earlier.", Xi Yuan pulled out his phone from his suit pocket, "I should check as to what was that about, right? I should brief them about your little food tantrums too, while I am at it."
"Are you threatening me? Seriously?", the girl squinted her eyes at the man.
"Oh, look! It was Bro Lu. I believe he would have a lot to say about it, hmm?", the man smirked, as he showed his phone screen to the girl.
"I. Will. Eat. Something. Mexican.", the girl gritted her teeth, letting out a breath hard enough to be heard.
"Good girl.", Xi Yuan tucked the phone back in, and held onto the girl's hand, their fingers intertwined, as he hauled her towards the kitchen, "Keto Taco Casserole? Or Lettuce? Or Enchiladas?"
"Tacos Al Pastor.", the girl replied.
"Okay. Now, what's the big work problem?", the man smiled, helping the girl to sit comfortably at her usual spot, the kitchen counter.
Over the next half an hour, the man chopped the vegetables, cooked tortillas, poured the girl a glass of wine; while she harped on endlessly about how there was no definite way to identify the most savage, feral, ravening terrorist across the globe, and how it could affect Country X's security. Xi Yuan, of course, as always, listened. Patiently, and calmly.
"What do you think I should do?", Rong Xinghe asked.
The man remained silent for roughly five seconds before he spoke up, "A person can change their appearances, and methods, and tactics. But their combat technique is a subconscious part of them. No matter how many people learn Taekwon-do, every individual has their own signature move. This person should be no different, Xinghe."
As she listened to the man intently, Rong Xinghe's eyes lit up with amazement, "Oh my God, Yuan, I love you. Ahmed Ali Fadhil does have a signature method! He has this brainsick psychotic habit of marking a cross on the foreheads of his dead victims, with his dagger. You're so right. It shouldn't be difficult for Elijah to dig into it.
"Damn it! How could I not see it?!! Thank you so much."
"I love you too.", Xi Yuan laughed heartily, focussing on the former part of the girl's words, as he fed her the first freshly grilled taco, with crisp, lightly malty beer, like an amber ale, himself, "Eat first. Then we're going for a walk and an ice-cream outside. Only then will you be allowed to get back to your work. Boyfriend rights executed. With immediate effects."
"Aye, aye, Sir!", the girl agreed with a laugh.
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12:00 Noon, Elite Saphire Penthouse ;"Holy mother of Culinary God! Sister-in-law, this French toast is so good.", Xi Ying stared at the woman in the Kitchen with utter amazement, "Can I get one more?", she asked."Sure, Honey.", Rong Xinghe's lips curled up in a faint satisfied smile, "You want some juice too?""That would be great. Thank you.", the girl nodded, "By the way, don't you have work today?""Nah. I will just work from home. I have a meeting with the Prime Minister, though. But I guess I can talk him into coming here.", the girl said, as she poured herself a glass of water, "I just don't feel like going anywhere today.""Wait. So you are telling us that the PM himself will be coming here?", Xi Fang looked away from his phone screen, taken aback, "Sister-in-law, couldn't you tell that to us, a little earlier? We could've ordered the Butler to make proper arrangements. "He is not some mere friend you've invited. He is a Politician. We Businessmen have to have smooth relations with them. And the first step, as my brother always says, if to keep them impressed.""Fang, calm down.", Rong Xinghe chuckled, "This is the place owned by the CEO of Xi Corporations. Its cleanliness and comfort haven't been compromised for years now. Don't worry."Nevertheless, if the Prime Minister of the nation can't deal with even the slightest bit of discomfort, what good is he? How would he ever be able to look after the thousands of people going through unemployment, and sanitation, and electricity and water problems?"I will just fire him right away, in that case."Xi Wei, who was enjoying his morning latte, choked on it, and lifted his head up to look at the woman, totally shocked, "Wha...what?!! You can do that, Sister-in-law, can you?", he managed to ask."Yeah. I am authorized to do that.", the girl shrugged nonchalantly, "I mean, not with that very reason. I'll have to fabricate a proper web, for him to walk right into. But yes. Until the next elections, only I can do it. To both, the Prime Minister and the President.""I know I am going to sound very selfish after what I'll say next, Sister-in-law. But please, oh please, never leave our brother!", Xi Fang added, still astonished, eliciting a breezy laugh from the girl.____________2:00 p.m., Elite Saphire Penthouse ;"What do you mean he has had plastic surgeries before?", Rong Xinghe almost lost control of the cup of coffee in her hands as she squawked into the phone, "Are you sure you're talking about Ahmed Ali Fadhil?""Xinghe... what do you think?", Jackson Marshal said back, in a poised cautious tone, as he grazed his eyes over the fine medical files in his hands "I am standing in Aftaab Ali's office, digging into his paperwork, decoding his locker passcode. Why the hell would I make it up?!""But plastic surgery? Are you sure you are not telling me a freaking movie script?! How is it even possible?", the girl couldn't still believe what she'd just heard."Xinghe... I am not going to stand in enemy territory and convince you that I am not lying. But yeah, Ahmed Ali Fadhil has had four Plastic surgeries in total, to date. Apparently, he changed his look after every major destruction he caused across Europe. Unfortunately, there is no evidence of his current guise. I've already clicked the photos. I will mail them to you later.""Okay. I will look into it.", Rong Xinghe sighed, "Get out of there as soon as possible. Abram just paged me. Aftaab Ali is on his way to his office right now.""Yeah. Got it."_____________________________10:00 p.m. ;"Did the Prime Minister leave?", Xi Yuan walked through the main door, stunned by the messy view in his living room. There was no place for anyone to sit on the couch, or table, floor even. Every corner of the dimly-lit well-crafted room was covered under a blanket of paper. From government documents to crumbled paper balls and torn sheets of paper, it was quite a scary scenario. The man could feel a strong aura of frustration radiating through the 'perpetrator', sitting right into the middle of the room and the mountains of the papers.Rong Xinghe lifted her head up tiredly, "Welcome back home.", she smiled wryly, "Sorry for the mess. I was just trying to figure out something.""It's okay.", Xi Yuan chuckled as he shook his head, "It's nice to see you in your work mode, though. It's... um... Let's just say, I've never been this attracted to you before.""Hehehe.", the girl grinned, "Why, thank you, Mister.""So... care to share the problem, that has you all troubled?", the man crossed his arms, "I am sure you haven't eaten anything yet either.""I don't want to.", the girl shook her head, reluctantly."Wait. Wait a second, I think one of your brothers called me earlier.", Xi Yuan pulled out his phone from his suit pocket, "I should check as to what was that about, right? I should brief them about your little food tantrums too, while I am at it.""Are you threatening me? Seriously?", the girl squinted her eyes at the man."Oh, look! It was Bro Lu. I believe he would have a lot to say about it, hmm?", the man smirked, as he showed his phone screen to the girl."I. Will. Eat. Something. Mexican.", the girl gritted her teeth, letting out a breath hard enough to be heard."Good girl.", Xi Yuan tucked the phone back in, and held onto the girl's hand, their fingers intertwined, as he hauled her towards the kitchen, "Keto Taco Casserole? Or Lettuce? Or Enchiladas?""Tacos Al Pastor.", the girl replied."Okay. Now, what's the big work problem?", the man smiled, helping the girl to sit comfortably at her usual spot, the kitchen counter.Over the next half an hour, the man chopped the vegetables, cooked tortillas, poured the girl a glass of wine; while she harped on endlessly about how there was no definite way to identify the most savage, feral, ravening terrorist across the globe, and how it could affect Country X's security. Xi Yuan, of course, as always, listened. Patiently, and calmly."What do you think I should do?", Rong Xinghe asked.The man remained silent for roughly five seconds before he spoke up, "A person can change their appearances, and methods, and tactics. But their combat technique is a subconscious part of them. No matter how many people learn Taekwon-do, every individual has their own signature move. This person should be no different, Xinghe."As she listened to the man intently, Rong Xinghe's eyes lit up with amazement, "Oh my God, Yuan, I love you. Ahmed Ali Fadhil does have a signature method! He has this brainsick psychotic habit of marking a cross on the foreheads of his dead victims, with his dagger. You're so right. It shouldn't be difficult for Elijah to dig into it."Damn it! How could I not see it?!! Thank you so much.""I love you too.", Xi Yuan laughed heartily, focussing on the former part of the girl's words, as he fed her the first freshly grilled taco, with crisp, lightly malty beer, like an amber ale, himself, "Eat first. Then we're going for a walk and an ice-cream outside. Only then will you be allowed to get back to your work. Boyfriend rights executed. With immediate effects.""Aye, aye, Sir!", the girl agreed with a laugh. Please go to https://www.novelupdates.cc/The-3-B-s--Beauty-,-Brains-and-Bravery/ to read the latest chapters for free
