Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 128

President Liu's vision gradually became clear.

He saw that only one person was sitting in the entire private room. The man wore an iron-gray suit, with a tall and robust build. His long legs were casually stretched out, as if he was impatient with sitting so properly in this place.

This man had a strong aura of intimidation.

More importantly... he was a standard blonde, blue-eyed foreigner.

The earlier English words had also come from his mouth.

President Sun patted him on the back from behind: "Why are you standing there dumbfounded? This is Mr. Moore."

"Mr. Moore," President Liu's tone was a bit strained.

A foreigner, huh.

A top-tier big shot?

Well, there were more big shots from abroad. But no matter how powerful a foreign big shot was, when they reached out to Hua Country, it might not necessarily work.

"Wei Liu?" This "Mr. Moore" called out his name.

"Yes, yes. Sir, you even know my name."

President Liu didn't have time to think about much else. After all, he had done business in overseas markets before. At worst, he could follow the big shot abroad in the future, earn dollars, and come back in a couple of years. Who knows, he might even be more successful then!

Mr. Moore leaned forward slightly, his lips twitching into a smile: "It took me some effort to find you."

President Liu was stunned.

He immediately put on a flattered expression and hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Only in the depths of his heart, for some reason, there was a slight sense of unease.

But at this moment, President Sun cast an envious glance at him, which instantly shattered that slight unease.

Soon after, the subordinate who had been sent out returned and whispered in Mr. Moore's ear: "They're unwilling to cooperate. They say only the local police station has the authority to request access to their surveillance footage."

"..."

"Boris wanted to use some forceful methods to achieve the goal, but I remembered what you said about us being civilized people. So I persuaded him to give up. What do you think we should do now?"

"..."

"Forget it, there's no need for a second confirmation. Since he said the new shareholder is a cripple, it should be correct," Mr. Moore said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

"So now we..."

"Order food."

The private room began to serve dishes again, and President Liu never imagined that he wouldn't be able to sit at the table this time either.

The waiter, recognizing his face, asked, "Should I bring you the same dining chair as last time?"

President Liu: "..."

Even President Sun was a bit puzzled: "I thought Mr. Moore valued you highly, yet he doesn't let you sit at the table."

President Liu forced a smile: "This foreigner's putting on quite an act."

"President Liu, you shouldn't speak carelessly. Mr. Moore is not someone you can afford to offend."

"What's his background exactly?"

"Let me put it this way, even those financial tycoons on Wall Street have to give him some respect."

President Sun's words were quite accurate.

Not just those on Wall Street.

Many wealthy individuals would tremble at the mere mention of this "Mr. Moore's" name, fearing they might become targets of this madman.

President Liu sighed and shook his head: "I can't even imagine..."

At this moment, Mr. Moore took out his phone and started making a call, his right hand holding a strange object.

President Liu stared, trying to identify it: "A translator?"

"Mm, he's probably calling some business partner. This Mr. Moore's Hua Country language isn't very good, so he has to rely on a translator," President Sun took on the role of an off-field commentator.

President Liu looked at the few other people with Hua Country faces around Mr. Moore and couldn't help but ask, "Are those people he hired after coming to the country?"

President Sun said, "Probably."

"Then why doesn't he just have them make the call directly? Using a translator seems too troublesome."

"That's naturally because this call is very important."

President Liu felt that the logic didn't quite add up, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was off.

During the wait for the food, Mr. Moore had already dialed the number and readied his translator.

The cold AI voice translated the English into Hua Country language, mechanically saying into the phone: "Have you eaten yet?"

The other end said something unknown.

Then the translator spoke again: "Guess where I am?"

Then Mr. Moore chuckled softly and said directly in English: "You're so clever."

The translator then said: "Do you want to see me?"

The other end still said something unknown.

The translator continued: "I want to come see you, at your home."

Finally, Mr. Moore smiled even more happily.

But this man's facial features were deeply set, with angles so sharp they were almost excessively keen. So when he smiled, it only made people feel more terrified.

He hung up the phone and said to the people around him: "Someone else is coming, slow down the food service."

The person beside him nodded and went out to instruct the kitchen.

President Liu listened in a daze, thinking that the more he heard, the more familiar it sounded.

It was strange indeed.

But a person's voice over the phone and heard directly face-to-face did have subtle differences. As a result, President Liu couldn't make the direct connection.

President Sun was more curious about something else: "Someone else is coming... judging from the tone of that phone call just now, it doesn't sound like he was talking to a business partner."

The AI voice of the translator couldn't convey emotion, but when the man spoke English, his tone was very clear.

It sounded a bit like... the way one would speak to a child?

President Liu nodded absent-mindedly: "Mm, we'll know when they arrive."

Meanwhile, Li Xiaoya was still at school.

The last class was physical education, which she simply decided to skip, running out with her little backpack.

Ke Muning had actually come to Hua Country!

He wanted to see her!

And he said he wanted to come to her house!

Li Xiaoya, with her broken English skills, had managed to communicate briefly with Ke Muning.

She had refused his proposal to come see her.

It was too dangerous.

Her uncle and grandfather would burst blood vessels in anger together.

Li Xiaoya arrived at the school gate but was stopped by the security guard.

"Do you have a leave slip? Is someone from your family coming to pick you up?" the guard asked.

After all, each of these children was a little golden bean, and they were responsible for their safety.

Li Xiaoya had no choice but to call Sheng Yuxiao, explaining the situation very concisely: "Ke Muning is here, I'm going to see him now, but I've been stopped by the security guard."

"Wait there." The other end dropped these two words and hung up the phone.

The high school section wasn't far from the elementary section, just a few minutes' drive.

Li Xiaoya paced back and forth at the gate with her little backpack for a few rounds before Sheng Yuxiao arrived.

With someone coming to pick her up, especially a well-known figure like Sheng Yuxiao, the security guard immediately let her go.

"Get in the car, I'll take you there," Sheng Yuxiao reached out to help her with her backpack.

"No, you can't appear," Li Xiaoya firmly held onto her backpack strap.

Sheng Yuxiao wasn't very happy, but he also knew that this was indeed something she had to do on her own.

His identity represented the Sheng family, which was sometimes an advantage, but at other times it meant constraints from all sides.

Sheng Yuxiao sighed helplessly: "Go then, I'll watch you get into the car."

After saying this, he set up emergency contacts on Li Xiaoya's phone, taught her speed dial, one-touch recording, and other functions, before he finally felt at ease.

Li Xiaoya put away her phone and walked towards the main road outside.

This area was for private cars, taxis were prohibited.

Sheng Yuxiao had the driver follow at a distance, neither too close nor too far, until Li Xiaoya got into a taxi.

About half an hour later.

Li Xiaoya arrived at the familiar Rongxiang Restaurant.

The waiter was surprised to see her: "Miss Li?"

Then he peered behind Li Xiaoya.

No Young Master Sheng, no Young Master Qin, no one else...

"Are you dining alone here?" the waiter was a bit troubled.

"Someone's already inside, please take me to private room 03."

"Al... alright."

The heavy door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and almost at the same time, everyone inside turned to look.

A little girl, not very old, with twin ponytails, carrying a small backpack.

President Liu's mouth fell open, as if he had just experienced the most violent shock in this world.

Li... Li Xiaoya?!

Had he time-traveled back to a few days ago?