Chapter 195 The Ruthless Patriarch 4 (1/2)

The midday sun was too generous, pouring down a dazzling sea of ​​golden sunlight through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Pei Group building.

Pei Mozhi leaned back in his high-backed chair, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the expensive mahogany tabletop.

"Master, we have conducted a comprehensive evaluation of the development plan for that piece of land in the western suburbs..."

The manager bowed slightly, his professional smile seemingly welded to his face.

However, to Pei Mozhi's ears, another completely different voice was roaring at an even higher decibel level.

[Damn it, I pocketed at least 50 million in kickbacks from this plan! How could that idiot surnamed Pei even see that?]

[Hehe, we've smoothed things over with Chairman Wang. We'll just say environmental costs are too high...perfect cover-up!]

[This is a huge windfall; I'll just retire in South America. It's absolutely fantastic!]

The manager's lips were still moving, spouting nice words like "risks are controllable" and "long-term returns."

A cold, bloodthirsty smile silently crept onto Pei Mozhi's lips.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, the shadow perfectly covering most of his face, leaving only that chilling smirk clearly hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, the contingency plan is here."

Pei Mozhi interrupted him calmly.

The manager's smile froze for a moment, and a barely perceptible panic flashed across his eyes, so quick it was almost an illusion.

His arrogance came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a suffocating feeling as if his neck had been suddenly grabbed.

[Holy crap! What does he mean?! Could it be...? No way! Stay calm! Stay calm!]

Pei Mozhi stopped looking at him and casually turned her gaze towards the sofa.

At the end of the sofa, Zi Xi sat alone.

The sunlight favored her, painting a hazy golden edge around her.

She lowered her head slightly and scooped the light-colored soup in front of her very slowly, spoonful by spoonful.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting two small fan-shaped shadows on her porcelain-white face.

Silence.

But Zi Xi had already cursed Pei Mozhi a hundred times, a thousand times in her heart.

But things quickly calmed down.

It's okay, it's already quite impressive that she can open her eyes and drink soup at six o'clock.

They defeated 99 percent of the nation's population.

But to Pei Mozhi, there was absolute silence on Zi Xi's end.

There wasn't a single discordant sound, not a single inner murmur, not even a single emotional exclamation.

Pei Mozhi even suspected that what was sitting there was not a living person, but a silent, soulless piece of wood.

He tried it, and as long as it's a living person, he can hear that person's inner thoughts.

He was used to being in control, used to seeing through people, and used to using his mind-reading ability to manipulate everyone.

While feeling irritated, a more unfamiliar emotion also arose: an extremely curious interest.

What is that seemingly calm mind thinking?

His eyes were fixed on her, but Zi Xi seemed completely oblivious to his scrutinizing and probing gaze.

She quietly finished the last sip of soup, put down her spoon, then picked up a napkin, very politely touched the corner of her mouth, stood up, pulled out a chair, and prepared to leave.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, with not a single glance directed at the man who had a long face and exuded a gloomy aura.

As if she had completed an unimportant breakfast task, she disappeared into the direction leading to the office door without saying goodbye.