Chapter 15: Work Stuff

On the top floor of the tallest building in the bustling business district of the capital city, the brightly illuminated room hummed with activity even at nine in the evening. Sharp-dressed men darted in and out, their attire as crisp as it had been in the morning.

"What happened? How could it be like that?" Chris inquired.

Zhichen furrowed his brows before handing the iPad to Chris.

"This CEO Li is outrageous. He dares to go back on his word and sign a contract with the Mo family," he sneered.

"Didn't we already sign the deal with him?"

"President Mo has intervened and resolved the contract. They are compensating us double for the breach penalty on behalf of the Li corporation," Zhichen explained.

Chris was taken aback. Why would Mo Lizhan pay millions for another company? What were they hiding? The district had nothing particularly special about it except its proximity to the capital. Although it was profitable to develop, the location was not remarkable enough for someone to spend hundreds of millions just to acquire it.

"Come on, let's go!" Chris decided to descend himself.

As he made his way, he pondered the possible maneuvers of the other party. Plus, he wouldn't let the Li corporation off easily after breaking their promise. He needed to assert that he was not one to be trifled with.

During the journey to district A, Chris was suddenly struck with a headache, a recurring issue due to his tendency to neglect meals when busy. He usually skipped eating, and the headaches often followed, sometimes so severe that he didn't even realize he had a stomachache.

His face paled, and beads of sweat formed on his temples. Zhichen suggested a quick hospital visit, but Chris refused. He disliked hospitals, so they stopped at a drive-through rest stop for food before continuing.

By midnight, Chris arrived at district A and proceeded to the city branch office. The employees were still at work, and an emergency meeting was called.

In the early hours of dawn, the meeting concluded. Chris held his head as the headache worsened. They managed to resolve the problem, but the motive behind it remained a mystery.

For now, he decided to let it be, knowing that the truth would eventually surface. Desperately needing rest, he felt like banging his head against the wall; the pain was unbearable.

Chris descended slowly and asked Zhichen for the car key. He usually drove himself whenever he was in the district, as it had been his home for many years since his father's death.

Zhichen hesitated, watching Chris with concern etched on his face. "Are you sure you're okay? I can still drive if you want," he offered again, his tone laced with worry.

"Not that weak," Chris replied curtly, brushing off Zhichen's concern with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Despite Zhichen's reluctance to hand him the key due to Chris's pale appearance, Chris insisted he was fine. It had become a habit; whenever Chris was in the district, he preferred to manage without a driver or assistant.

This district was his home, where his family resided at the Majestic Sky residence, renowned for its auspicious feng shui. Many aristocratic families, including his maternal grandparents, chose to retire there.

As Chris made his way down to the parking lot, his steps felt heavier with each stride. The throbbing ache in his head intensified, causing his vision to blur momentarily. Despite the discomfort, he was determined to push through; weakness was not a trait he embraced.