Patricia Wilson
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Yang Yulong wanted to ask a few questions, but he hesitated. After a few seconds of careful thinking, he finally did so. "Do you have plans on going back to the military? What do you mean by flourish? Have you established your network there?" He was curious to see what other benefits she might bring in, aside from being simply Zhao Moyao’s "favored granddaughter". Even if he had known her as a child, he was still unconvinced she was worthy of being the future Madam Yang. Zhao Lifei wasn’t…
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Yang Feng took the water and gently handed it to the precious woman in his arms. "Be careful, it might be too hot— " She ignored him and snatched the cup off his hand, finishing it all in one gulp. Yang Feng took the cup back and handed it to his secretary for him to refill. Chen Gaonan frowned at his new job as a water boy, but nonetheless, went to fetch the water. "Does it hurt anywhere?" Yang Feng asked, brushing away her messy fringe to reveal the thick white bandage on her forehead. Seeing…
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A week trickled by and Zhao Lifei was still unconscious. ’Why hasn’t she woken up?!’ Yang Feng was growing impatient at the lack of progress. He anxiously paced back and forth in her hospital room. He had walked this same path repeatedly day and night during the past seven days. He gritted his teeth and his jaw tightened. He hated this place. He hated the familiar smell of the hospital disinfectant. This place reminded him of the last time she was hospitalized. Two times. He had arrived…
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Standing in front of her, with his hands tucked in his front pockets, was a man whose face and aura would put the Gods to shame. He was just that enticingly handsome. "Yang Feng...?" She whispered, blinking in confusion while the dark shadow that covered her consciousness gradually disappeared. As the demon that had taken full control of her faded into the background, the bloodlust in her eyes slowly receded as well. She rapidly blinked. It was then she finally regained her composure. Her eyes…
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"Mercy? What kind?" She pretended to ponder over the idea when in reality, her eyes were scanning the men advancing towards her. Just then, she realized the weird stance they were in and the expression they were trying to hide. Although it was barely noticeable, she saw some of the men’s eyes flicker between her and the boxes that surrounded her. Was that why they were so wary? In the corner of her eye, she deduced that the lids on the crates were only placed haphazardly and that from where she was…
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Zhao Lifei concentrated on her environment. Only a handful of people knew that she had combat training and the circumstances of how she got it. None of those people would let this fact leak, and she was confident that whoever had planned on having her beaten into submission is not aware of that. Part of that training was being taught how to detect the presence around her. She counted at least 20 pairs of unique footsteps walking out of the room she was in. Their steps were generally heavier than the…
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What followed after the laughter was loud clapping sounds from the men surrounding them, but she didn’t waste any time. She knew it was to momentarily distract her so that the men could all pounce at her. She didn’t care about the noise as she swung her body again. This time, the chair connected with something else. Instead of another body, a hand had grabbed the leg of the chair, forcing her to remain in place. Because she was slightly hunched over, she couldn’t see anything else other than…
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Zhao Lifei gasped for air as excruciating pain spread throughout her entire body. She was glad that she had not had a bite to eat the whole day so she wouldn’t vomit from the hit. The man had punched her right in the stomach with so much force, his pointed brass knuckle tore right into her clothes and ripped it. She panted as her body braced for another hit. Her body clenched tightly in self-defense. She knew exactly what they wanted to hear and see. In a situation like this, the torturer would only…
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Zhao Lifei woke up to an extremely blurry vision. She blinked a few times to clear her vision as memories of what happened before she lost consciousness flooded in, giving her a pounding headache. She groaned while reaching up to rub her forehead but found her hands were tightly bound. As her vision finally cleared, she registered her environment. She was in an empty warehouse with her hands tied behind a chair, judging by the empty crates in the corner and metal structure. "How cliché." She…
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NOTE: This chapter was published 1 chapter too early on April 25, thus, it was reposted here. The contents of chapter 97 have been changed to where Zhao Lifei meets her grandfather. In order to clear up the confusion and jump in events, please reread chapter 97 before you read this chapter. I’m really really sorry for the mistake and confusion! - - - - - The first thing that Zhao Lifei did when she left the office was to call Lu Minhong. She’d prefer to tell him the truth first because he would…
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