L City…
On one of the towering building in the golden triangle of L City was MH Group headquarters.
In the large office on the highest floor of MH Group headquarters, a young man stood facing the french window. His sharp eyes were looking at the bustling city, but this view can't seem to calm his nerves.
The tension in the room was too strong that if one were to enter the room right now, they would feel the temperature drop even though it was hot outside.
Knock! Knock!
Neil Mo snapped out of his thought and turned around. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "Come in." He sat down on his swiveling leather chair and watched his assistant entered his room.
"President Mo," his assistant bowed at the door and stepped inside. He shivered a little bit and glanced towards the air-conditioner in the room.
Neil glanced at his table where various newspapers spread out. On the front cover, each and every one of them was reporting on his younger brother's accident a few days ago that lead both him and his wife to death.
Seeing the mess, Neil stacked the newspapers neatly on the side and turned to his assistant. "Speak."
Assistant Shawn clenched on the folder to gather his courage. He felt the need to prepare himself before he faced the President's wrath seconds later. He took a deep breath and handed the folder in his hand to his boss and spoke, "According to the investigation, the second young master received a tip regarding an embezzlement a month before his accident."
Neil's eyes darkened at the news. He browsed through the thin folder in his hand and frowned deeper. "Who was the whistle-blower?"
"It's Assistant Will Ye from Finance and Accounting Department."
"Where is he now?" He tossed the folder on his table.
"That… President Mo," Assistant Shawn hesitated. "Assistant Will committed suicide two weeks ago. After that, we have no other lead to follow."
A dangerous glint flashed through his eyes as he heard the report regarding Assistant Will's situation. Neil tightened his fist and felt his nails dug into his skin. A loud sound could be heard as he slammed his fist on the table.
Fortunately, the table was made of some high-quality wood, or else, it would have broken into two.
Right now, he was supposed to be at his brother's funeral but instead, he was stuck in the office to reassure the shareholders of the stability of the company.
Various thoughts went into Neil Mo's mind and his anger rose.
On the same day that he received news of his brother's accident, he received anonymous tips that his brother's accident was no accident. It was a planned murder.
Neil had his doubts when he received the tips but knew he could not just ignore it when it was related to his brother. That was why he had his assistant to look into his brother's activities before his death.
He then found out that his brother was investigating the embezzlement of funds for one of their project. What frustrated him was that his brother had not said a word to him when he began to look into the matter.
Assistant Shawn pursed his lips and controlled his breathing. He was afraid to make a sound and irritate the president. He flinched when the President stood up abruptly. "President."
"Continue the investigation." He said, after a while. "Try harder. I want to know about the anonymous informant as well as what happened to my brother.
"Yes, President Mo."
Neil headed towards the door and paused. "I will be busy with the funeral for a few days. Assistant Shawn, you will be responsible for everything during my absence. If there's anything urgent, contact me."
"Yes. Don't worry, President Mo."
"Contact Henry Wu for me. Tell him to meet come and meet me as soon as he can."
Assistant Shawn nodded again.
Neil headed towards the door and paused again as he put his hand on the doorknob. "About Assistant Will, does he have a family?"
"A wife and two kids." Assistant Shawn said.
"Look after them properly. Tell me if they need anything."
"I will arrange everything. Don't worry, President Mo."
...
The mood in the room was somber. People dressed in black walked in and out as they pay their respect to the dead couple. Just inside the room were pictures of the husband and wife. Adam Mo and Claire Fan. White and yellow flowers surrounded the room.
Neil Mo walked into the room and immediately, a few guards in black stopped the reporters from going forward. Only then a few friends and family members approached him to convey their condolences. Neil Mo replied to them with a quick nod and his gaze went towards the two elderly who were dressed in their mourning dress.
His mother, Sophie Huang, wiped the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief and forced a smile. "You're here."
"I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner," Neil said.
"It's fine. You're here now. I'm sorry that you have to go to the company to convince the shareholders instead of spending time with everyone here." His father, Lucas Mo let out a heavy sigh. "How's everything?"
"You don't have to worry about the company, dad. I will handle everything." Neil said.
"If you need anything—"
"I will tell you," Neil said before his father could finish his sentences. "Dad, you just have to look after yourself. The doctor said you can't be too anxious." He patted her father on his shoulder and walked towards the altar to pay his respect to his brother.
He turned around to join his parents when he was done and glimpsed at a small girl at the corner. The little girl was sitting quietly alone with both hands hugging her knees tightly.
His gaze paused at her, then he glanced around the room.
It seemed that the room was full of people, but it seemed that no one in the room paid any attention to the little girl. Everyone around them was too busy to notice the girl.
After thinking for a while, Neil decided to approach his niece. No matter what, he didn't think it's right for them to leave the child alone.
After all, this little girl had only lost both her parents.
Neil walked over to the girl and sat down cross-legged beside her. The girl flinched slightly but did not make any further move.
Soon, both uncle and niece sat quietly beside each other as they mind their own business.