Chapter 942: Chapter 942: Duchesses Never End Well

Governor’s Mansion Resort Hotel.

Song Liao rushed to the hotel to meet with the others as soon as he got off the plane.

The whole group was in the suite’s living room.

Song Liao was holding a bottle of mineral water, saying clumsily, “I came on an Interpol jet. There are colleagues coming to help solve an international case, so the tower didn’t let us circle and directly gave us landing instructions.

Xiao Hongdao and the others were picked up by a business car. I followed behind for a while, but the direction was different from Boss Xiao’s.”

Xia Siyu mocked while touching her nails, “Finding out where they went is simple. Yin Lao Er can hack the road surveillance and see their last parking spot at a glance.”

Shen Qingye, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, casually picked up a computer from the coffee table and handed it to Yin Mo, “Check it.”

Just as Yin Mo took the computer, Li Qiao calmly spoke, “Xiao Yehui is staying here, and Xiao Hongdao is in the Military Department’s management area.”

The others glanced over instinctively, and Song Liao pursed his lips and earnestly complimented, “Impressive, Qiaoqiao.”

Li Qiao rested her chin on one hand, raising her eyes to look at Yin Mo, “Try another place.”

Yin Mo nodded, a trace of solemnity in his expression, “With so many hotels in Naypyidaw, why did he choose this one?”

This hotel was selected for them by Mr. Shang Zonghai, thinking they could avoid Xiao Yehui.

“Maybe…” Li Qiao said calmly, rubbing her phone screen with her thumb, “because of us.”

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the living room.

Everyone exchanged glances, all appearing eager and excited. Shen Qingye tapped the screen a few times, chuckled in a few seconds, “It’s quite a coincidence. He’s also in a suite at the River Valley Corridor, room number 6667. I’m going out for a smoke.”

Shen Qingye removed the cigarette from his mouth and stood up to leave the living room.

Xia Siyu watched his back thoughtfully and muttered, “If he fights with Xiao Yehui, who would win?”

Out of professional habit, Song Liao analyzed objectively, “It should be Boss Xiao. Dog’s intelligence skills are strong, but his combat skills are really not that great.”

Suddenly, Su Moshi, who hadn’t spoken for a while, adjusted his glasses and exchanged a smile with Li Qiao. The two almost said in unison, “Xiao Yehui won’t fight with him.”

…

In the suite next door, He Chen sat with one leg crossed over the other and a laptop beside him on the sofa, “Xiao Yehui sure is gutsy, not afraid he might not walk out of the Governor’s Hotel.”

Opposite him, Shang Yu leaned back lazily, slightly unbuttoned at the collar, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a deep voice, “You handle Yin Mo’s matter.”

He Chen nudged his cheek, “Women are trouble.”

The man glanced at him from the side, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement, “You can ignore it.”

“Ha,” He Chen chuckled, set down his leg, walked to the mini bar to pour two glasses of whiskey, added ice, and returned to the living room handing Shang Yu a glass, “Ignore her and let her get herself killed?”

Shang Yu’s lips curled slightly, swirling the glass, “If you can’t let go, just say it.”

He Chen scoffed, “Shang Shaoyan, I noticed you’re more nosy after having a fight.”

“Manage Yin Mo well, and when necessary, don’t let it affect Qiaoqiao,” Shang Yu said.

He Chen raised an eyebrow playfully, “So you also think she’s not capable enough?”

The man sipped his whiskey, his voice deep and rich, “It has nothing to do with capability, she overthinks.”

“Damn, you seem to understand her quite well.” He Chen glanced away, looking out the window, an action that seemed to avoid something.

Shang Yu’s eyes were profound as he put out his cigarette and added in a low voice, “Not every woman is indecisive.”

He Chen closed his eyes mockingly, “Is that so…”

…

Meanwhile, at the River Valley Corridor.

Xiao Yehui and Margaret were leisurely strolling.

Margaret maintained a one-meter distance from him, the depths of her eyes filled with intense resistance.

She felt she was doomed.

Her father was irresponsible enough to let her come to Myanmar with Charlman, only assigning her two bodyguards.

Even though Charlman hadn’t crossed any lines so far, she remained vigilant, afraid of being set up.

“You seem to harbor a lot of hostility towards me?”

At this point, Xiao Yehui slowed his pace and looked at her warmly.

Margaret smoothed her wind-tousled hair with a smile, “Do I?”

Xiao Yehui smiled, looked ahead, and spoke with a hint of insinuation, “You didn’t refuse when we got engaged, yet you now show such aversion. Princess Margaret, do you think this is normal?”

Margaret, though spoiled, wasn’t foolish. Upon hearing this, she chuckled lightly and deftly replied, “I have no reason to dislike you, but have you heard of premarital jitters?”

“Fear of marriage?” Xiao Yehui squinted his eyes, speaking with meaning, “It seems… I misjudged the princess.”

Margaret detested men who were insincere and pretentious, and Xiao Yehui exhibited both traits.

She rolled her eyes and, with a troubled expression, said, “Women fear marriage, especially when it seems your Ducal Residence is cursed. Every duchess ends poorly. Plus… your stepmother seems difficult to deal with, no wonder I’m anxious.”

Margaret’s words immediately darkened Xiao Yehui’s expression.

He pressed his lips together, his voice very low, “Who told you that the duchesses ended badly?”

“Who needs to tell me?” Margaret looked innocently at him, “Haven’t you read the news lately? Your mother… the former duchess, died under suspicious circumstances. People are still petitioning for a thorough investigation, and the Directorate has started a formal inquiry. But everything came to a halt, wasn’t that your doing?”

Finishing, Margaret tapped her forehead in frustration, “Saying your doing doesn’t fit, maybe your term is ‘trying to cover up’? Ah, maybe not…”

Xiao Yehui gazed at Margaret, his expression unfathomable.

This princess seemed brainless but her words penetrated deeply.

He knew better than anyone the suspicious circumstances surrounding his mother’s death but he never had the chance to personally get involved.

Xiao Yehui stopped walking, turned to look toward the river valley, rubbing his fingers, his brows furrowed and overshadowed.

In the distant pavilion, Li San sat with legs propped on the table, his shirt unbuttoned three places, looking like a mob boss, watching the pair in the corridor with a cold glance.

Nan Xin’s fingers typed rapidly on his keyboard, saving the audio file, then removed his earphones, “Xi Luo told me Margaret was just a little rabbit, but listening to what she just said to Xiao Yehui…why do I feel she’s playing dumb to catch the tiger?”

Li San remained unmoved, but opened his palm towards his side.

Upon seeing this, Nan Xin placed the wireless earphones into his hand and started replaying the audio.