Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 370

Soon after, the woman screamed, tossed aside by the man, sprawled ignominiously on the ground.

“Come in.”

A suppressed and icy voice rang out.

The door opened, and an assistant in a suit and leather shoes walked in, handing over a document directly in front of him.

Seemingly accustomed to such scenes, he completely ignored it, pretending he had seen nothing.

The man seated in the chair tugged at his tie, a dark aggression looming in his delicate and fair visage, his whole being exuded a paranoid and gloomy aura.

The assistant couldn’t help but shiver.

Ever since Qinghai returned, ever since they lost that crucial USB containing secrets, Li Tingze had become increasingly moody and irritable day by day.

After all, it was like a ticking time bomb, now it was a race against time.

If someone discovered the secrets inside that USB first, everything would be terribly wrong.

Li Tingze unwrapped the document wrapped in brown paper in front of him, lifted his hand, and suddenly a pile of photos fell out.

The woman in the photos was captured in various poses, and she was unmistakably–Wen Xian!

He leaned heavily back in the executive chair, his posture relaxed; he casually picked up a photo, his gaze intently scrutinizing her.

The more he looked, the deeper and darker his amber eyes became.

It was undeniable.

She indeed possessed a stunningly beautiful face and a fine figure; any man would easily be moved by her.

“Li, do you really suspect that our item is with her and, if it indeed is, how shall we retrieve it?”

The assistant by his side asked cautiously, head bowed.

Li Tingze’s gaze fixed on the woman in the photo, slightly tilted his chin, his slender fingertips caressing his lips, his eyes deep and inscrutable.

Initially, he wasn’t very interested in her, but since he had coincidentally met her on the plane, her distant and aloof demeanor had indeed aroused his interest.

Not to mention, his USB was likely on her person.

He wondered how she had handled that USB, whether she had discovered its hidden secrets.

After a long pause, he spoke again, uttering a few words:

“Where is she filming now? Let their crew contact me saying I want to invest.”

At this point, his tone paused, then he added, “Make it clear, say it’s specifically for her that I’m investing.”

Hearing this, the assistant immediately responded, “Right away, Li, I’ll arrange it.”

Once this opportunity was granted, he could find excuses to be around the set, to be close to her.

They met as strangers, she indifferent toward him.

But being her investor, would she still treat him with such coldness…?

There would certainly be opportunities for him to get close to her.

By then, he would have the USB in hand.

The noon sun blazed.

The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the interior scene in stark relief.

Even a blurry watermark near the window was clearly visible.

All dirty secrets were laid bare.

He stared unblinkingly at Wen Xian’s photo in his hand.

No one could fathom what thoughts lay behind his eyes.

Then, his long hand touched the belt, his gaze shifting to the woman lying in disarray by the window as he held the belt, resting his hand on the table.

With legs slightly apart, he casually yet ominously said to the woman, “Crawl over here.”

…

On the set.

Just after a scene, hiding in the makeup room to stay warm, Wen Xian entered–