Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian pursed her lips heavily, her dark eyes lowered, and she pulled down her cap to cover the almost uncontrollable irritability on her face. She still walked quickly along the blind spot of the surveillance deployment map in her mind and left the building first.

When she walked out of the building, she successfully touched the jeep that was pried open across the street.

Qiao Nian closed the car door with one hand, threw her shoulder bag on the passenger seat, and took out the satellite phone from it. Her hand seemed to have its own ideas and had entered a string of numbers.

It was the phone number that the Count of Lance left her in the chaos that night.

Qiao Nian had an impulse for a moment to call him immediately, ask the question more directly, and tell him that this was the last chance. If he continued to play this kind of trick of hiding, they would not have to contact each other!

Her anger stopped abruptly after reaching the peak.

Qiao Nian lowered her eyes and could not see her eyes clearly, only revealing a gray and depressed end of her eyes. Her eyelashes were very long and cast a shadow. Her thin shoulders were a little hunched, but her temperament was still cold.

She held the phone in one hand and placed the other on the steering wheel. Her once fair and beautiful hand now had a scratch on it, which made it look bony and thin.

It was a small scratch she had accidentally touched the wall in Rose Park the night before. She thought of the man who had just appeared and his unstable breath...

The raging anger in Qiao Nian's heart was extinguished.

She picked up her phone and deleted the number, then found the text message, lowered her head and edited it and sent it.

[My phone number. ]

[Same private number. ]

She sent two text messages in a row, then stopped looking at her phone, threw it aside, held the steering wheel with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator without looking away.

The black jeep sped away and left here.

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She rushed back to the institute, put the jeep back to its original place, and Qiao Nian walked through the green plants and winding paths with her shoulder bag in one hand to her residence.

Before she went in.

She heard a rustling sound behind her.

Then a complex female voice full of doubts.

"Chemist, where have you been?"

Qiao Nian was already irritable after what happened in the morning. He clearly heard the voice but did not turn around. He opened the door and walked in smoothly.

He did not care about the people standing behind him at all.

"What's her attitude!" The black man was so angry that he trembled all over, and he lowered his voice to complain dissatisfiedly.

In fact, he was not whispering. The young woman did not walk far. Anyone with good ears could hear the black man's dissatisfied complaints.

But Bethea noticed that the other party really didn't want to pay attention to them. She ignored them completely and walked into the house without any pause. She threw the shoulder bag she carried with her on the sofa and went to get water...

This attitude of completely ignoring others was so arrogant. Everyone present had never been treated like this before. Everyone looked very unhappy, but they didn't say it out loud like the black man.

Bethea didn't say anything. She patted the black man's shoulders twice to comfort him, took a deep breath, left the others behind and followed him into the house.

She watched Qiao Nian take a glass of water, then put the glass down in annoyance, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and took out a can of frozen Coke.

The can was steaming.

She opened it without noticing, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, and the energy in her body seemed to disappear a little, not as sharp as when she just came back.

Qiao Nian didn't look at her, hooked the can in one hand and walked towards the sofa, sat down on the sofa steadily, and played with the Coke in his hand. It seemed that he was waiting for Bethea to speak.