Fatal Attraction: The CEO & His Mischievous Wife - Chapter 188

A smile crept up onto his face and a short chuckle left him. There was warmth inside him that made him forget the chill for a moment. Shaking his head, he looked around to make sure that no one caught him laughing by himself before moving again.

Jogging towards his car, he warmed up the rest of his body while simultaneously lessening the distance quicker. The car park was empty so the sounds of his feet slapping against the concrete was the only sound you could hear. Quickly unlocking the car he slipped inside and locked the doors immediately upon entry. He paused in his seat and waited to see if anybody else would appear in the carpark.

There could be someone hiding in the carpark but it was a low risk he didn’t worry about right now. The timing was odd and was a lot earlier than he usually leaves. Adding on, that security was extra tighter since Zhuang Wei’s fake gun incident. It was a stupid move on their part but it reminded him that security needed to be heightened for the parking lot. That section of their company wasn’t top priority for danger so it got adequate security but not maximum. To exert complete security and maintain it….that would be a waste of resources.

The minutes he sat in the car went by quickly with no one appearing. He finally pushed his keys into the ignition and let the engine run for a couple of more minutes. The car had to be warmer for what he wanted to do. Between Zhuang Wei and him, they had multiple cars and different vehicles they could cycle between. They were untraceable or when traced went back to a third party identity not connected to them.

However, there were a few cars that they had modified for convenience. One of which he was driving today and he was thankful that he chose it. This vehicle displayed itself as a lower end, common brand four-seater. It was black with tinted windows and no personal embellishments to let you believe it belonged to someone like him. These were the features that made the car inconspicuous but they were not the modifications he adored.

Slightly to the right of the wheel, there was a small switch hidden behind it. Lightly flipping that switch would trigger a change in license plate on both ends. That way if he was in a chase or trying to evade the police for example, he could switch the license plate and escape their eyes. There was a total of five or six plates he could switch through at any given time. After a couple of months they switched the sets out with updated numbers and plates.

Some were similar to each other and some were completely unique. The former was to confuse people and use the rationale that since the license number was so similar to what they were searching for, it was an easy mistake. In this situation, the person would usually feel apologetic or embarrassed causing them to let you go quicker. The latter, was just to evade them completely.

The other modifications involve changing of the car’s colour, flipping the inside of the car to look like a different model, speed boosters, and special technology for any tricky situations. The technology advancements let him keep track of his surroundings, hack other computers, contact his subordinates through multiple towers, and watch other targets from his car. He could technically conduct a whole sting operation from his vehicle without anyone knowing.

All these functions considered, it was the perfect vehicle to visit M with. It saved him the extra effort of going home, changing his car and then heading back out to M’s laboratory.

Glancing at his rearview mirror, he made sure no one was behind him before pulling out of the parking lot. Hitting the road he drove at a steady pace and in random directions. It was a bit annoying to do this daily but it was another safety measure engrained him. After driving aimlessly for ten minutes he began increasing his speed and weaved in and out of traffic.

M was a foreign born mixed Chinese man who lived in City A solely for the chaos. They had met years ago in South America and under extreme circumstances. It only took a gang showdown and a gun fight before he was enticed to follow him back. The man was anything but sane yet no one did his work better than him.

For that alone, he was paid a hefty sum of money with additional perks he requested in the contract. One of which was a personal laboratory equipped with high tech machines and complete solitude. He could experiment in his free time and develop different gadgets for their use. They’ve had a couple of laboratories blow up so the current one was quite the distance from downtown. He had to drive forty-five minutes to the rural parts of town to reach the location.

He looked to his right and confirmed that he brought the package with him before refocusing on the road. Turning on the radio he let the sound of the news filter through his ears as he drove on autopilot. It had been a month or so since his last visit but the drive felt routine.

The views outside quickly went from building upon buildings to farm land and trees. At the forty minute mark the road started turning more bumpy and rough. The tires were getting ruined driving on the road and if his car wasn’t so modified the tire could have popped. It took five more minutes before he saw the shadows of the abandoned steel mill. The building was medium sized and had a gaunt image from outside. Parking his car behind some trees, he grabbed the bag and exited the car.

There was a small walking trail he followed to the main entrance of the mill and he flipped open the switch pad to key in the password. The instant the door unlocked and he went inside, he could hear the sounds of something banging aggressively. It sounded like two pieces of metal were hitting against each other or someone was forging something.

The sounds were loud and clear so it didn’t take long for him to follow it and find who he was looking for. The bangs got louder and louder as he walked but somehow over the noise his appearance in the building had been found out.

A sudden silence took over the room as he entered.

“What are you doing here?”