Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Mr. K’s True Identity Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Mr. K’s True Identity After instructing Old Mr. Fu to rest well, Lu Sheng ca out of the room.
As she looked up, she saw Juanjuan sitting obediently and quietly on the living room sofa waiting for her.
Speaking of which, it had already been many days since they had rescued Juanjuan, yet her mory had never recovered.
Lu Sheng initially thought there might be news from Juanjuan’s family during this ti. However, strangely, there was none at all.
Under such circumstances, it could either an that Juanjuan’s family simply didn’t care about her disappearance, or that Juanjuan’s family wasn’t in Jiang City, so even if soone was looking for her, the news would not reach here.
However, Lu Sheng always felt that Juanjuan might not even be Chinese.
Her appearance clearly suggested mixed heritage; although she had the features of a Chinese, her eyes were the light green color only Westerners would have.
That night, when they rescued Juanjuan, she had cried and said that a voice in her head told her to never go ho.
If it weren’t for the fact that Juanjuan seed to be terrified of the prospect of going ho, Lu Sheng would have already helped look for her family.
Now, with Juanjuan’s mory loss, all she could do was wait for Juanjuan’s family to co looking for her. Only if she confird that they were good people and would not harm Juanjuan, would she let them take her ho.
Lu Sheng had just sat down and started chatting with Juanjuan when her phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
Subconsciously taking out the phone, the screen displayed a number with a Suli area code.
And this number, she had morized it after typing it just once the night before yesterday.
—It was actually K.
Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered; K phoned directly, could it be that there was news about Li Muchen’s grandmother?
So, Lu Sheng imdiately answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear to wait for the other party to speak first.
“Ah… I’m sorry.”
A man’s voice ca from the phone, sounding extrely gentlemanly.
“I called directly without texting first, I hope I didn’t disturb Miss Panda, did I?”
The other party’s voice was gentle, sounding deep and magnetic, he should be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
Speaking Chinese had a sense of roundness and fluency, like a foreigner who had mastered Mandarin very proficiently, yet it didn’t seem out of place and was quite pleasant to the ears.
Lu Sheng took a deep breath and said into the phone, “…Mr. K?”
While Lu Sheng responded, she paid attention to Juanjuan beside her. The mont Juanjuan heard the man’s voice from the phone, her shoulders shuddered involuntarily.
It was as if she was frightened by the voice from the phone, and even her eyes revealed a trace of fear.
Thereupon, Lu Sheng paused her actions, covered the microphone with her hand, and turned to look at Juanjuan: “Juanjuan, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“No… Nothing.”
Seeing Lu Sheng looking at her, Juanjuan imdiately shook her head subconsciously.
Or rather, even she didn’t know why the mont she heard the voice from the phone, she instinctively felt fear and trembled.
There were vague and dim images colliding in her head, yet she couldn’t see any of them clearly, only feeling her headache worsen.
“I’m fine, Sister, I just felt a bit cold just now and shivered,” Juanjuan stood up, her voice soft, “You carry on chatting with your friend, Sister. I’ll go back to my room first.”
Seeing Juanjuan return to her room, Lu Sheng then uncovered the microphone.
However, the man on the other end of the call still heard her conversation with Juanjuan.
“…Juanjuan? Such a cute na, is she Miss Panda’s younger sister?” The person on the other end seed quite interested.
“Yes,” Lu Sheng did not deny but went straight to the point, “Mr. K called , is there news about the matter I asked for your help with?”
“You can just call Crohn, Miss Panda,” the man on the phone chuckled lightly, “I have found the person you were looking for, and I’ve sent you the address via text just now.”
Lu Sheng’s eyes lit up, and she imdiately opened her inbox.
Indeed, the latest ssage in the inbox was an address.
From that string of English, it appeared to be pointing to a bar.
The man nad Crohn continued, “I called to give Miss Panda a heads-up.”
“The people who took your friend’s grandmother are several mbers of a rcenary organization, and they are now in an abandoned bar in Suli.”
“Those people are all desperadoes with weapons in their hands. If your friend is going to look for them, they should be well-prepared.”
—A rcenary organization?
Hearing this, Lu Sheng felt a heavy breath.
Lu Sheng understood well that most n in those rcenary organizations were forr special forces from various countries, all of whom would rather take money than spare lives.
They must have been hired to take Li Muchen’s grandmother from the nursing ho, then kept her confined in that abandoned bar.
For soone to do such a thing to an old person with Alzheir’s, whether it’s the person who hired them or the group themselves, they have no humanity.
But anyhow, Li Muchen’s grandmother finally has a lead.
“Thank you, Crohn,” she then took a deep breath and said on the phone, “My na is Lu Sheng, you can just call by my na.”
“You’ve done a great favor this ti, if you ever need my help in the future, or if you co to China, you can call anyti.”
“I’ll always rember this favor in my heart.”
“Alright, Miss Lu,” the man on the phone lightly smiled with a seemingly profound tone, “I believe there will be such an opportunity very soon.”
At this mont, in Suli’s Brown Rose Manor.
The man sitting in front of the desk was tall and upright, lazily leaning against the back of his chair. With his right leg slightly bent, his lean fingers put the cell phone down beside his face.
His lightly curled golden hair, his attire of a lace court shirt filled with nobility and black trousers, and his deep, sea-green eyes, like gems hidden in the deep sea, gave him an air of nobility, elegance, and grandeur.
Blond hair, blue eyes, and a face specially favored by God, the man looked like a fallen deity. But those unfathomable eyes seed to harbor endless turmoil and lurking dangers.
Like a bewitching serpent in the night, seductive yet venomous.
“Sir, these are the detailed investigation files about Miss Panda and Miss Christine, who is now in China, that you asked to find.”
A servant knocked and entered, respectfully placing two stacks of files on the desk, then stood aside, waiting for further instructions.
Crohn glanced over nonchalantly, noticing the top file was a collection of screenshots.
The first file contained photos of the girl called Lu Sheng standing composedly in the center of the banquet and screenshots of the hot search on Chinese Weibo.
The second file was one of his long-unseen sister in a pink dessert shop, standing behind the girl, only a not very clear profile was captured.
Having searched for two years for Panda’s true identity with no success, he had almost given up, but unexpectedly, Panda herself suddenly made contact with him.
And his sister, who had been sent by a servant to escape on the ferry in a thunderstorm that night, it was too much of a coincidence that she was exactly with this Panda.
Everything is destiny.
Crohn touched his chin, his fingertips rhythmically tapping on the marble table.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, his interest unmistakably brimming in his eyes.
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