My Wife, The Ice Queen President-Chapter 391 - : 0390 Infiltration (Fourth Update)_1

Chapter 391: 0390 Infiltration (Fourth Update)_1

Xiao Fangfang had just walked into the foreign western restaurant called France, when a maid dressed in French folk costume approached her, asking fluently in French, “Excuse me, are you Miss Xiao Fangfang?”

“Who are you?”

“Mr. Brook has been waiting for a long time, please come this way.”

Following the beautiful French maid, Xiao Fangfang entered a private room.

Inside was a tall foreign man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, exuding the charm of a mature man.

Xiao Fangfang had seen this man before; he had accompanied Mr. Zhanshi last time and seemed to be Mr. Zhanshi’s most proud protégé. The fact that such an important person had been sent to entertain her made Xiao Fangfang feel honored.

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As he gazed at Xiao Fangfang’s stunningly beautiful Eastern face and her tall figure that was no less developed than that of Western women, along with her proud chest, Brook’s eyes glinted with intense desire.

“Miss Fangfang, you are truly beautiful today!”

When Xiao Fangfang came in, Brook quickly stood up, greeting her with proficient Huaxia language.

Xiao Fangfang was used to this style of foreign flattery and did not consider it immoral.

“Mr. Brook, you’re too kind.”

“Miss Fangfang, feel free to order anything you like,” said Brook, passing her the menu.

Xiao Fangfang took it, glanced over it, and ordered a steak cooked to medium and a fruit drink.

The two chatted pleasantly while dining.

Ye Xiong walked into the western restaurant and sat in a corner, watching Brook and Xiao Fangfang from afar.

When Xiao Fangfang would lower her head or wasn’t paying attention, Ye Xiong could clearly see the look of desire in Brook’s eyes, as he stared intently at Xiao Fangfang’s chest.

When Xiao Fangfang looked up, Brook immediately disguised his expression very well.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and from Brook’s gaze alone, Ye Xiong knew this guy was definitely no good.

If Ye Xiong was not mistaken, Brook would not make his move during the day; even if he were to scam her, he would wait until night.

Ye Xiong took out his phone, called Chen Xiao, and told him to ensure that Yang Xinyi was protected by Vermilion Bird for the next couple of days. Then he called Yang Xinyi to tell her he was tied up with something and couldn’t return that evening.

Xiao Fangfang and Brook talked in the café for several hours, seemingly killing time.

For the sake of business, Xiao Fangfang spared no effort. Sometimes she found Brook quite repellent, but she still managed to tolerate him.

Three hours later, Xiao Fangfang and Brook parted ways, and she went to a hotel to book a room for herself.

In the evening, Brook came again and invited her to dinner. After chatting until eight o’clock, the two drove off to the so-called evening party location.

Throughout, Brook exhibited a very cultured manner, like a very polite foreign gentleman.

Ye Xiong couldn’t guess his purpose and could only follow behind them in his car at a distance.

Brook’s car circled around the city area for quite some time before heading towards the suburban direction.

Ye Xiong furrowed his brows; Brook’s driving in circles obviously indicated ulterior motives. It was getting late; had Xiao Fangfang not sensed something was wrong by now?

This voluptuous but brainless woman—who boasted her own intelligence—acted as foolish as Yang Xinyi at critical times.

In a riverside villa area, ten kilometers away from the city center, Brook’s car slowed down and entered a grand villa complex.

From the car’s navigation system, Ye Xiong could see that this place was called Longshan Villa. It was close to the river, with excellent scenery and was a very expensive area.

A villa like this would cost upwards of twenty million, not including its interior decoration.

At the entrance of the villa complex, Brook’s car stopped, swiped a card, and then drove in.

Ye Xiong found a spot to park his car and climbed over the wall to get inside.

Soon, he found Brook’s car parked outside one of the villas.

The villa had five layers, with lights brightly shining on three floors, indicating that many people were inside.

Two security guards were stationed at the door; their steps were steadied and their eyes sharp as lightning, clearly not ordinary people but special forces trained for specific tasks.

Ye Xiong straightened his clothes and strode toward the entrance.

“Sir, please present your invitation card,” a guard stopped him.

The guard, nearly six feet tall with a killer’s gaze, clearly had been through the baptism of war.

Ye Xiong’s eyes fell on the guard’s waist, noting the bulge that clearly indicated a gun.

An armed guard at a villa was an unusual sight, and it made Ye Xiong’s heart race.

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This was highly abnormal!

“Sorry, I forgot to bring my invitation card.”

Ye Xiong pretended to search his person, then replied with feigned regret.

“Without an invitation card, you can’t enter; those are the rules of the party,” the guard said.

“Is there any way you could make an exception? My home is far, and it’s too late to go back,” Ye Xiong said.

“I’m sorry, those are the rules.”

“Well, then, I can only express my regret.”

Ye Xiong turned to leave and walked around the vicinity, quickly noticing seven or eight pairs of eyes locked on him.

Clearly, there were others lurking in the shadows, and this unusual discovery left him feeling very uneasy.

This was definitely not a simple party.

Those hidden observers were well-placed, encompassing the entire villa in their watch, and Ye Xiong doubted he could slip in unnoticed, abandoning the thought of infiltration.

At that moment, a car pulled into the carport.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Ye Xiong’s mouth as he approached.

As soon as the car owner got out, a fist whizzed before his eyes, knocking him out cold.

“Sorry, sir.”

Ye Xiong rifled through his pockets and quickly found an invitation card.

He stripped the car owner of his clothes, put them on, closed the car door, adjusted his outfit, and then headed to the gate with the invitation card in hand.

“Lucky it wasn’t left at home but in the car.”

Ye Xiong handed over the invitation card.

The tall guard took a glance and said, “Mr. Lu Feng, please come in?”

“Just to correct you, my name is Du Feng, not Lu Feng,” Ye Xiong reminded him.

“My apologies, Mr. Du Feng, please come in.”

Ye Xiong nodded and entered.

No sooner had he entered than he felt someone’s gaze sweep over him, the sensation of being watched.

This place was under tight security!

He deliberately widened his stride and exaggerated the sway of his hands as he walked to prevent anyone from recognizing his military background from his gait.

Indeed, the few gazes that had briefly lingered on him vanished, clearly deceived.

Every three steps a post, every five a sentry; not even national leaders had such impressive security.

I have to see what sort of party this is and what kind of waves it could stir up.

Ye Xiong walked boldly forward.

Ahead was a grand hall filled with hundreds of people, all wearing masks.

There were two types of masks: dark ones like black, gray, and silver symbolizing males; and bright ones like red, yellow, and purple symbolizing females, with a clear distinction between the two colors.

It was a masquerade party popular in Western countries.

Many masks were laid out on a stand at the entrance; Ye Xiong casually picked up a King Yama mask, put it on, and walked in.