Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The next day.

Qiao Nian was woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning. She suppressed the bloodshot eyes and got up. She rubbed her hair and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She picked up a towel to wipe the water on her hair.

She strode out and walked to the living room. Seeing the unfinished game left last night, Qiao Nian resigned herself to wrapping the towel around her shoulders and bent down to pick up the draft papers scattered on the ground.

The draft papers scattered on the ground were smeared with various black ink balls. Some new equations were densely written next to the ink spots that were crossed out vigorously.

The handwriting gradually changed from flying dragons and phoenixes to irritable cursive, and the horizontal strokes and vertical strokes were sloppy but still had the dangerous style of the horizontal posture of the pen and ink...

Qiao Nian picked up all the draft papers she used to calculate the faded last night, crumpled them and threw them into the trash can, then took out the lighter in the small pocket on the left side of her shoulder bag and lit it. She watched the flames slowly go out, and the flames rolled into the draft paper and burned everything to ashes.

She then turned away her cold and stern eyes that were illuminated by the flames, and raised her hand again to wipe the water vapor that had not been wiped off her hair.

Qiao Nian has never been a patient person. Within five minutes, she threw away the towel, sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaned back on the backrest, took out the satellite phone that she had not touched in the past few days, and sent a message to someone.

[hxs: Will you go to Dowell's birthday party? ]

She waited for a minute but didn't get a reply. She was not in a hurry. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and typed slowly.

[hxs: I will go. See you here. ]

As soon as she sent the message, Bethia called.

Qiao Nian was annoyed by the ringing, and reached out to pick up another mobile phone on the coffee table with an irritable look and answered it.

"Hello." Hoarse and sleepy.

Bethea probably heard that she was in a bad mood, paused for a second, and said quietly: "I want to ask if you want to go to Hong Kong City with us."

"?"

Qiao Nian was about to refuse.

Hearing her speak unnaturally again: "It's not me who invited you, it's Blackie, Blackie asked me to call you to ask."

"Huh?"

Bethea took a breath: "We are not going to attend that birthday party at noon, the birthday party is in Hong Kong. He meant that everyone has to go out anyway, why not go out for some fresh air. Otherwise, staying in the laboratory dealing with equipment and chemicals all day will make people dull."

Qiao Nian raised the corner of his lips, touched the lighter, and answered it casually: "You go directly there at noon?"

Bethea: "Yes."

She paused for a second and then said: "So I called to ask you if you want to go. If you don't go and wait until noon, I will ask the driver to pick you up. If you go, we can just go together."

Qiao Nian glanced at the time on the wall clock, 9:50. It's not even 10 o'clock, and it will be 10 o'clock soon, stuck in an awkward time period that is neither early nor late.

She put her phone on the sofa with the speaker turned on, stood up and picked up her coat: "Wait for me, I'll be out soon."

...

The sun was blazing, and a black luxury car with cold and hard lines was speeding on the road leading to Rose Mansion like lightning.

The wheels were spinning, raising dust all the way.

The man in the car had a hint of fatigue in his deep eyes, but more of it was cold and resolute.

He was wearing a well-cut black suit, and the tie at the collar was slightly loose, showing that he had just experienced a fierce struggle.

The driver secretly glanced at the man in the back seat through the mirror and whispered: "Count, the Tenth Elder asked you to call him back after you are done." (End of this chapter)