473: Chapter 473 The Secret in Her Eyes…7 473: Chapter 473 The Secret in Her Eyes…7 On the phone, Ying Hao’s voice sounded a bit rushed, probably because he was afraid that Ou Mucen would only see the ssage half an hour later.
He was worried about getting scolded by his boss and was tense.
Go back to his own office?
When Ou Mucen heard this news, he paused for a mont, “What is she going back for?”
Ying Hao shook his head: “According to the video records, around seven o’clock, an employee from the production departnt entered her office and left a set of keys.
Then, about half an hour later, she appeared in the office, took the keys, and left.”
“And then?”
“Then she wasn’t seen coming out!”
Ying Hao reported truthfully on the phone.
There was no helping it; when he had initially linked his phone to the company’s surveillance, he had only connected to the areas she frequently visited.
He didn’t bother with the other places.
For one thing, his phone’s mory wasn’t large, and for another, there were so many departnts in the company that it was impossible to link to each one.
Ou Mucen also knew this, so after hearing what he said, he did not bla him.
However, after pondering for a mont, he did think of a key point: the set of keys.
“Check which departnt that employee is from?
After you find out, bring up that place’s surveillance footage and send it to my phone.”
“Understood, Third Young Master!”
With the tip, Ying Hao promptly went to carry it out.
La Chenxi had been standing by, waiting for him to finish the call.
Seeing that he had finally hung up, she brought over the things she was carrying: “Mucen, haven’t you eaten yet?
This is your favorite Italian risotto and seafood soup.
I made it myself.
Try it.”
As she spoke, she started to open the insulated box to take the food out.
But just then, the man sitting in the chair, upon slling the scent, didn’t even lift an eyelid.
A single, icy word ca from his thin lips: “Scram!”
“What?” La Chenxi thought she was hallucinating.
Scram?
Was he telling her to scram?
Could it be that he had beco so upfront that he couldn’t even be bothered to say a perfunctory word to her?
Just directly telling her to scram?
Her eyes widened as she looked at him, her pale fingers gripping the insulated box tightly: “Mucen, you…”
“I told you to scram.
Didn’t you hear?
Need to say it a second ti?” he finally looked up at her, but his gaze was as hurtful as it could possibly be.
La Chenxi’s face turned utterly pale in an instant.
She tried to say a few more words, but then his phone rang again.
She watched as he put down the cup he was holding and imdiately picked up the phone.
“Third Young Master, I’ve found it.
She’s in the finished goods warehouse.
I’ve linked the surveillance cara to your phone.
Have a look.”
“Hmm!”
After hearing this, Ou Mucen ended the call, directly accessed his email on his phone, and found the real-ti surveillance video that was being transmitted.
Sure enough, in that video fra, within the warehouse lit by only two incandescent tubes, a familiar petite figure stood in front of a packing table.
On that table lay swathes of jade items spread out, looking quite spectacular.
What is she doing?
He was a bit puzzled, so he zood in on the footage, only to be surprised to see that upon enlarging the image, she was picking through the jade items.
Just like picking beans, with her slender fingers, she continuously selected so pieces from the pile of jade, placing them beside her.
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