Chapter 191: 191 Ai Lin’s Fate (Three More Episodes)

Apart from Ai Lin, no one else knew about this matter.

He absolutely would not allow anyone to deceive him!

If it hadn’t been for the internal problems within his own ranks, he and she would not have ended up where they were today.

Today, he was determined to crack down on the morale within his ranks!

Those who dared to deceive their superiors and hoodwink their subordinates would definitely not have a good ending.

The assistant by his side bowed respectfully, "Yes, Chief."

Having said that, the assistant then left the office.

When Ai Lin received this notification, she was sitting in her office handling a document. Hearing the message, she lifted her head and smiled, "Okay, thank you Little Zhou for running this errand, I’ll be right there."

After speaking, she hastily picked up her cushion foundation and lipstick from the side, touched up her makeup, and walked toward the executive office on the top floor.

Although she knew the Chief was famously cold and unfeeling, and also knew that the Chief would definitely not fancy her, she still couldn’t help but feel fascinated by him.

And she was not the only one infatuated with the Chief; despite Ai Na’s seemingly cold and arrogant demeanor, she too admired the Chief in her heart—she just never voiced it.

Even if Ai Na didn’t say it, Ai Lin was aware that there were too many women coveting that position.

The first beauty of the Superpower World.

The second beauty of the Ancient Martial Arts World.

The Little Princess of the Underworld.

There were simply too many; nearly everyone of the opposite sex would be unconsciously attracted to the Chief.

The Chief was like a toxic drug, causing people to sink and become deeply mired without realizing it.

If only the Chief took notice of her, even if it was for a single night’s favor, she would be willingly content.

Moreover, she had ample patience, and she was always waiting, waiting for the day the Chief would truly see her.

Just the thought of the Chief’s unparalleledly handsome features left her heart intoxicated.

She quickly arrived at the executive office on the top floor. Ai Lin composed herself and entered with utmost respect.

"Chief, you were looking for me," Ai Lin bowed respectfully.

Mo Qianjue glanced up at Ai Lin, his expression unchanged, "I’ve heard you’ve been in frequent contact with Miss Zhao these past few days?"

Ai Ling was stunned for a moment—she hadn’t expected Mo Qianjue to ask her this.

Could it be that the Chief had discovered something?

That couldn’t be right; if the Chief had really discovered something, would his expression still be so composed?

Just because Ai Na failed to acquire Chu Group, she was sent back to Lawless City by the Chief. If the Chief knew the true circumstances, he would have punished her immediately, without this peaceful manner of speaking to her.

With this in mind, Ai Lin’s heart gradually steadied.

Thereupon, she did not deny Mo Qianjue’s words and respectfully said, "Yes, Chief, these past few days, my subordinates have indeed been in touch with Miss Zhao."

Mo Qianjue continued, "Since the contact has been frequent, have you noticed anything unusual about Miss Zhao? I’ve been suspecting these past few days whether she might be the one who saved my life."

Upon hearing this, Ai Lin’s face changed, a foreboding feeling slowly rising in her heart, but she still maintained a calm facade and said, "Chief, that matter was investigated thoroughly by my subordinate, and the benefactor who saved you was indeed Miss Zhao of the Zhao family. There can be no mistake about it—I swear on my life!"

All who entered Lawless City had bound their lives with a contract.

Once the contract was destroyed, their lives would likewise come to an end.

Therefore, Ai Lin hastily swore on her life, knowing that only in this way would the Chief trust her.

"Very well," Mo Qianjue’s lips curled slightly, "That’s what a loyal and competent subordinate should do! Didn’t you say at the beginning that there were two women from the Zhao family who fit the image of my savior that day? How could you be so sure that Miss Zhao is the one who saved my life?"

He was not a leader who disregarded personal feelings; he was giving Ai Lin a chance. If she admitted everything, he would definitely be lenient.

Toward the end, a cold glint flashed across the bottom of Mo Qianjue’s eyes.

And Ai Lin, with her head bowed, did not notice.

Despite wondering why the Chief would suddenly bring up this matter, Ai Lin continued, "Because after investigation, I found that Miss Chu is known to everyone in Capital City as a good-for-nothing, while Miss Zhao is spirited, extremely intelligent. There is really no comparison between the two. Miss Zhao is like the bright moon in the sky, while Miss Chu is like the mud that everyone can trample on. Therefore, my subordinate concluded that the person who saved you must have been Miss Zhao..."

Convinced that Mo Qianjue still wasn’t aware of the truth, Ai Lin did her utmost to slander Chu Jin and elevate Zhao Yiling’s status in her words.

Only by worsening the Chief’s impression of Chu Jin would he be less likely to suspect that she, the incompetent one, was actually his real savior.

After all, how could someone widely known as a failure possess the ability to save others?

Moreover, Zhao Yiling was clever enough to keep it a secret indefinitely, ensuring that the Chief would never discover the truth.

This way, not only would the Chief have no suspicions about her, but she could also use Zhao Yiling to her advantage—why not?

"Failure?" Mo Qianjue slowly raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc of displeasure, exuding an aura that kept everyone at bay, he said coldly with a slightly rising intonation at the end, "Are you so certain she’s a failure? Hmm?"

The implication was unclear.

That ominous premonition grew stronger, and Ai Lin swallowed nervously.

At this point, she could only continue to fabricate the story, "Yes, Chief, I am certain that Miss Chu is a failure. I have seen her once, and she is nothing compared to Miss Zhao; not only is she crass and unreasonable with no semblance of an image, but her features are extremely ugly, she bullies the kind and fears the wicked, and she doesn’t even come close to one ten-thousandth of Miss Zhao..."

"Bang"—Ai Lin did not finish her sentence when Mo Qianjue, full of chilling intent, abruptly stood up, pounding the table.

A terrifying, deathly aura erupted around them.

Ai Lin’s heart skipped a beat, and with a sense of dread, she quickly knelt on one knee, bowing her head low, "Chief, please calm your anger!"

Could the Chief have really discovered something?

How had the Chief found out, when Zhao Yiling was so clever? How did she slip up?

Mo Qianjue frowned and barked, "Even now, you show no remorse! Still fabricating facts and concealing the truth here!"

His anger came swiftly, engulfing Ai Lin, who involuntarily shivered on her knees and was consumed with terror.

Her complexion turned deathly pale.

How... how could this be!

Her plan had been perfect, and she had informed Zhao Yiling of all the details, so how had the Chief figured it out?

Originally, she had wanted to use Zhao Yiling to get close to the Chief.

Now it seemed like her dream was about to be shattered, wasn’t it?

No, she hadn’t wanted this outcome—it was the complete opposite of what she had imagined.

"Chief, may I ask what wrong I have committed?" At this moment, Ai Lin could only pretend to be ignorant.

She hoped that Zhao Yiling hadn’t betrayed her yet.

"You’ll know soon enough!" Mo Qianjue snapped his fingers, and suddenly two figures clad head-to-toe in black appeared in the air, bowing respectfully to Mo Qianjue, "City Lord."

Mo Qianjue glanced at Ai Lin, his eyes ice-cold, and his hostility poured forth, "Take her to the Dark City Water Dungeon."

The five icy words extinguished all of Ai Lin’s hopes.

Dark City Water Dungeon? What place was that! It was nothing less than a living hell!

It was the darkest place in Lawless City, with no sunlight, only slaughter, endless deep waters, and rats lurking underneath that ate human flesh.

Thousands of rats that feasted on human flesh, first gnawing off people’s limbs, then dragging them into burrows to be caged up like stored grains, reserved for when necessary.

For anyone sent there, there was only a road to death, and it was a death full of torture.

Thus, many people would rather commit suicide than be sent to that living hell.

In an instant, Ai Lin collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, passively allowing the cloaked figures to drag her away without even a plea for mercy.

Mo Qianjue watched her coldly, his phoenix eyes devoid of any warmth.

It was quite unimaginable that such a mesmerizing person could be so ruthless in his actions, not the least bit soft-hearted.

And absolutely merciless!

His methods were dominantly harsh.

A stark contrast to his beautiful appearance.

The figures in black quickly vanished into the time-space tunnel.

Mo Qianjue slowly composed himself and sat down in the executive chair, his gaze heavy as he looked into the distance. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed out, "Hello, Old Fang, don’t take Pengpeng home after school this afternoon; bring her directly to the company."

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