Cheney’s POV
In the afternoon, the Royal Club party went ahead as scheduled. I came to the clubhouse early and waited for the fish to take the bait. When I saw Zaniyah appear in a white dress worth 300, 000 dollars, my mouth stirred.
She walked straight up to me and softly said, “Hi, honey.”
I raised my eyebrows and said lukewarm, “It’s Mr. Cheney. What’s up?”
“I came to the corporate party instead of my father.”
I motioned to Milo with my eyes, “Milo, please entertain Ms. Zaniyah.”
Milo was about to step forward when Zaniyah said, “Cheney, can I have a word?”
I glanced at her. “No, there are many guests here.”
“Just a minute, please!” She begged.
“I’m terribly sorry. I have no time for you.” I turned and pretended to go.
After frowning for a moment, she said, “Cheney, I just wanted to scare Krista yesterday, but I didn’t expect to disturb you. I’m really sorry. In fact, even if you didn’t go yesterday, that person wouldn’t touch Krista, really. I am telling the truth, Cheney.”
I looked at her with my eyes open. What does she mean if I didn’t show up, that man with AIDS wouldn’t touch Krista yesterday? No one knows the amount of medicine on Krista yesterday better than me. This woman is clearly going to destroy Krista.
I pulled the corners of my mouth. “Didn’t I make myself clear? I’m too busy to listen to you Ms. Zaniyah. Since I’m here to represent the Fischer Group at the party, please be the representative of the Brennan Group.”
Then I turned and left, Milo behind me, not loud enough for Zaniyah to hear, “Mr. Cheney, the lounge is at room 307. Do you need to get some rest now?”
“Just a few more minutes.”
“All right,” Milo told me with a low voice.
Zaniyah’s POV
Looking at their backs, I shook my fist. I’m not just giving up.
If he doesn’t give me a chance to explain, I’ll find a chance to explain. In a word, I need to have my plan to chase him.
Watching the surroundings, I left the crowd, walked into the corridor, and found Room 307. I didn’t expect the door to be unlocked, so I pushed the door and went in.
There was no one in the private room. I sat down leisurely and saw cocktails in two goblets placed on the coffee table. I picked up one of them and drank it slowly. After nearly twenty minutes, Cheney still didn’t show up. I felt hot and dry all over, and after a while, I felt that my whole person was going to burn.
Just then, a waiter came in with a hat at the door. Seeing each other’s strong figure, I swallowed my saliva, but then I pinched myself hard to control my thoughts of pouncing on it. The waiter stepped forward. “Miss Zaniyah, this is Cheney’s lounge. Please leave.”
I frowned and thundered, “Get out.”
“Sorry, Miss Zaniyah, I’m in charge of this private room. Please leave and go to another lounge.”
The waiter was unexpectedly so unwise, I stood up, pushed him, but when I touched his body, I was limp and numb, I uncontrollably came forward to embrace him.
He looked frightened and pushed me away. “Miss Zaniyah, please respect yourself.”
I grin unceasingly, I’m just crazy, this is how to return responsibility… Why do I feel a flower in my eye? My body is so afflictive.
I swallowed my saliva, stood up, and pointed at him. “Get out of here.”
The waiter finally went out this time. After a while, Milo pushed the door and came in. Seeing me slumped on the sofa, he frowned and said, “Miss Zaniyah, you seem to be drunk. Why don’t you ask for a driver to take you home?”
“All right.”
In a daze, I felt the waiter helping me out. I hung my arms on the waiter’s body and couldn’t help rubbing it on each other’s shoulders.
After I was helped into the car, I heard the waiter say to the driver, “This is Miss Zaniyah. Please send her back to the Brennan family, thank you.”
The window opened a little, and the night wind hit my face. I was awake for a moment. The driver in front wore a black hat and couldn’t see my face clearly. Soon the fire in my body devoured my reason again.
The car stopped in a short time. After that, the driver took off his clothes and came to me. The line of sight has been blurred, just looking at the man’s face is somewhat familiar. But before I remembered where I had seen this person, my eyes fell on the man’s strong body, and I couldn’t move my eyes.
The man smiled. “Miss Zaniyah, your clothes are falling off.”
Just now, I have been rubbing around because of discomfort. The collar of the original tube top has fallen above my navel. When I heard his voice, I couldn’t care for anything anymore. Suddenly, I jumped up, we hugged each other’s body, I touched his face, and kissed.
Cheney’s POV
Milo came up behind me and whispered, “Zaniyah has been sent away.”
I shook the wine glass in my hand. “How is she?”
“She should have been unlucky enough to pick the one with the material.”
I took a sip of red wine. “That’s no wonder we have the same choice. She is too unlucky.”
Milo nodded. “We didn’t set up any obstacles for her. If she didn’t want to, no one would force her. She had a full chance to escape.”
I hooked my lips. “Doesn’t she like to let others resign themselves to fate? Then, today, she resigned to fate. Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil. Next, it depends on her own nature.”
Back at the Fischer’s mansion, Krista was sitting in a garden gazebo staring blankly. She was so absorbed that she didn’t even know I was near.
I quietly circled behind her. “What are you thinking?”
She looked back at me. “I was thinking about the Cross River Bridge.”
“Why? Does the information doesn’t solve your doubts?”
She nodded. “Not completely untied, but there is one thing I can be sure of. There must be someone inside the Fischer group colluding with the Brennan group.”
“On what basis?” I kissed her side cheek.
“The Fischer Group keeps the same drawings of the bridge as the Brennan Group keeps.”
I let go of her hand, went to her side, and sat down, raising my eyebrows. “Of course, the drawings of the same building will be the same. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that the data on the drawing issued by the Brennan group six years ago is different from my father’s design.”
I was a little serious. “How do you know it’s different?”
“My father has the habit of keeping his own design plan. After the incident at the Cross River Bridge, I went to his room where the documents were left by my father and found that there was no file of the Cross River Bridge in it. Until a few months ago, when I argued with Zaniyah, my mother pushed me in front of Zaniyah, and I went back to our old house in a fit of pique. In the evening, I sat in front of my father’s desk, thinking about my father, and opened his favorite book after he died. As a result, I saw neat drawings in it. I studied this, so after reading that drawing, I knew how wronged my father was.”
I frowned, and after a moment of silence, I asked, “Is it possible that the drawing you found is just the first draft of your father’s design?”
“No way,” she shook her head firmly. “My father was not a careless person, the drawings issued by the Brennan group in those days were not by an old designer with many years of successful bridge construction experience. Even new designers can find out that there are problems with that data as long as they are careful, and my father would not make such low-level mistakes. Secondly, my father stamped the design manuscript paper I found, and my father only stamped the private seal on the materials for completing the project. Therefore, my father must have known that someone would destroy the evidence, so he hid this drawing alone. I really want to know now who was the man who stood behind the scenes and forced my father to die.”
I looked at her and held her hand. “Then check it. There is no wind tight wall under the sun. If you want to check it, you will always find the truth.”