Shanghai, China.
The Li Corporation was busy as usual.
The only difference was that everyone was stiff. No one was talking to each other if it wasn't necessary. The atmosphere was like a middle school where a bad-tempered principal was on the round.
And why was that?
Because their President was in a bad mood, just like a bad-tempered principal.
Some of the employees sighed.
When was the last time boss acted normal?
It was probably nine months ago.
Room of President Li
There was a sound of a crash.
Assistant Si Guen was trembling from seeing his boss go mad.
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Twenty minutes ago...
"Boss." Si Guen knocked on the door.
"Come in." A frosty voice said from the inside.
Si Guen gulped. Today he brought a piece of very bad news. His boss' temper was very bad lately. Since he came from Italy there wasn't a single day that passed where he spoke normally like before. He got an excessive cold and distant aura, the exact opposite of what he was nine months ago.
After praying silently to Lord Buddha, Si Guen went inside the office.
There he saw his boss and his younger brother.
"Did you find anything?" A cold voice swept inside the room.
Si Guen gulped again.
"The gangsters we were searching for were not found. Most likely every single piece of information about them was wiped off the face of the Earth."
Bam!!
Si Guen almost jumped. His boss's fist almost cracked the table.
"What else?"
"Um...We found some leads which gave us information about Miss. We've acquired some footage after searching hard for eight months."
Si Guen's boss stretched his hand.
With trembling hands, Si Guen gave his boss the envelope.
The President opened the envelope and took the photos.
The pictures were with some gangsters and a girl.
The gangsters took a girl's dead body and then threw the woman in the river Po.
The gangsters looked exactly like the ones nine months ago in Milan and the girl looked just like her!
The President threw his glass and it was smashed on the wall.
Si Guen couldn't stop his legs from trembling. He glanced at the second master who was sitting calmly on the sofa.
"Leave!" The President roared.
"Y-yes Boss!"
Si Guen left the room so speedily that even Usain Bolt would fail if there were competition.
He cried inwardly, 'Why did the Boss's temper become so terrible?'
The President was shaking with anger.
'She is dead?! Impossible! She cannot die!!'
He felt like he was being tortured. After that incident in Italy, he couldn't sleep properly. Every night he would dream the same dream.
A dream of her, lying on the docks, as he was leaving she gave him a forlorn look and then smiled at him like she was blessing him a loving life. Then she got hit on the head, blood was gushing down and was painting her face.
He felt like he was going crazy. Blood was boiling in his veins.
'My heart is saying she is alive. Yes, she cannot die. She must be found! She must be!'