Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 262

“I hope you’ve got lace on under all of that shirt.,” He nods at my body as he shoves his glass into his mouth.

Look down at my shirt and smile.

“I do,” I pull my shirt up to display my white lace and he nods his approval.

“I thought you were getting dinner?” I pull over the nearest paper bag, finding a croissant.

I make quick work, sinking my teeth into it.

“Technically my madam as you have been asleep all day, basically now it’s breakfast time,” He thrusts his finger under my nose and I retreat in my stool, violently shaking my head.

He smiles a little and feeds it to himself.

“What do you want to do today?” He asks flatly.

“I get to choose?” I garble around a mouthful of pastry.

He looks at me and turns his head to the side.

“Wifey, I’ve told you before that I would let you have your way some of the time,” He reaches up and knocks a flake of pastry from the corner of my mouth.

“In marriage, it’s all about to give and take. So the couple can be harmony till old grey,” He states calmly.

A burst of laughter flies out and I struggle to keep my half-chewed croissant in my mouth as I cough and slap my hand over my mouth.

Give and take? My husband sure is a crazy man to understand his thinking after all.

“What is funny?” he asks.

I look up at his serious face, Oh dear!

“Nothing, just something went down the wrong way,” I cough a little more and he starts patting my back.

When I regain control as the intercom starts ringing and Feng Teng leaves me to answer it.

“Yes, let him up,” He hangs up and replaces the phone.

“Who’s coming?” I place my croissant back on the paper bag.

“My investigator, he got the CCTV footage before you went gone,” He said before leaves to the kitchen.

Oh, f.u.c.k.i.n.g hell! CCTV footage?

Is the CCTV footage also contain me talking to Mo Yuan?

OH, God! Help me, I think I’m going to be sick.

When I hear the muffled greetings and a few moments later, Feng Teng walks back into the kitchen with the investigator. He gives me a small smirk, one that suggests he may have already watched the footage himself and knows what’s coming.

Yeah, I’m going to be sick. I get down from the stool and start to leave the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Feng Teng asks me.

I don’t look back. My face must display complete panic.

“Washroom,” I call, leaving them in the kitchen.

As soon as I’m out of sight, I race up the stairs and shut myself in the bathroom, where I’m safe from the hurricane that I know is coming. Oh, God. I should have known he wouldn’t leave it. I should have known he would be on a mission to hunt down the perpetrator. This is so bad. I sit on the toilet seat, get up, walk circles around the bathroom, and then the door handle jiggles.

“Wei Lin?” He calls.

I stand to look at the door.

“Yes?” It comes out all squeaky and nervous.

Gosh! I’m so nervous.

“What’s up, baby. You okay?” He asks worriedly.

Perhaps I should say no, make out I’m ill so I can stay in the bathroom.

“Yes, I’m okay. Will be down in a minute,” I call.

If saying I’m ill would be stupid. He’d break the door down to tend to me.

“Why is the door locked?” He asks.

“Ahh…I’ve locked it. Wait, I’m having a wee and I didn’t realise that I’d locked it,” I cringe.

It’s a good job there’s a giant lump of wood between us because my finger is a knotted mess in my hair. I should just jump out of the bathroom window.

“Alright, don’t take time too long,” He reminds.

“Okay,” I hear his long even steps take him out of the bedroom. I’m get panicking and I don’t know why.

It didn’t look like I arranged to meet Mo Yuan. It was just a chance encounter, that’s all.

F.U.C.K!

Damn him for being so f.u.c.k.i.n.g persistent. Why can’t he just let it go instead of having the investigator to find the CCTV footage? I should go down and stomp on the thing.

Then I yank the door open and stomp out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and out on to the landing. He’s taking this too far. I’m halted mid determined march when the gigantic flat-screen television comes into view.

It’s like a cinema screen, emphasising everything, making everything seem huge. It’s not, though. It’s quite blurry, the movements are disjointed and the screen keeps jumping. The investigator starts fast-forwarding the footage, the whizzing of people passing through the cafe, the come in here and out there, all made into a daily of activity.

“Slow it,” Feng Teng orders and The Investigator puts the film to normal speed.

“That’s it, leave it playing,” he instructed.

I lower myself to the top step and watch the television through the glass as my figure came out from the ladies and stalk to the hallway. Then a figure of a man come straight to me, and I know it’s Mo Yuan.

“Pause it,” Feng Teng instructs shortly, walking over to the television, getting way up close to have a good inspection.

His head starts nodding thoughtfully.

“Keep it going,” he orders.

The investigator continues the tape, and Feng Teng takes a few steps back.

This is bad. Feng Teng must figure out who the man, and I was talking to that man in a serious expression,

“I need another angle,” Feng Teng instruct.

“There’s another camera,” the investigator answers swiftly.

“Get me it. Did footage show the face who her talking too?”

“Mr Feng, I do what I can, this another footage will show who and what happens to Mrs Feng,” the investigator said before showing another tape.

I shake my head to myself and I unconsciously wrap myself in my arms as I sit, while scrutinises my every move.

“You do know who the man right?” Feng Teng asks.

Oh, F.u.c.k! Should I lie? I’ve seen Feng Teng reaction to a man coming on to me and it wasn’t pleasant. Shit shit shit! I glance nervously at Feng Teng. He knows what I’m deliberating not letting him know that I’ve encountered the ex-boyfriend that he hated a lot.

He stares at me with dark, cautionary eyes, his torso rising and falling, his arms still over his chest.

“Answer the question,” he says, more calmly than I know he’s feeling.

“Yeah, that’s Mo Yuan. He just starts talking ridiculous at that time. Don’t you see my expression there? Very uncomfortable,” I spit the words out quickly.

It’s obvious I’m uncomfortable, but he’s going to find out for himself when he finishes watching the footage, so I may as well be upfront.

Feng Teng is displaying some sort of stun-gun reaction and my heart starts thundering in my chest.

I look down at my feet.

“But I remember that after we were done talking he made his way out and I followed after then,” I try and brush it off before Feng Teng passes out.

“Stop saying that you don’t remember!” he yells.

I jump and reluctantly take a glimpse of him, finding bulging neck veins and a tense jaw. And then something catches my attention on the television and I look past Feng Teng.

Then my blood turns to ice. A hallway behind me there man is tall, wearing black and cap.

It’s too late to feign ignorance. I swing back towards the flat screen to see what has caught my abrupt attention, as does the investigator does.

The silence is back as we all watch the man on the screen come into of view before I was cover with the man hand and faint. I was dragged out from the hallway to the exit were hidden from the CCTV and gone from the hallway view. Then there’s a suited man who came out follow from man washroom as if instructing the black cap man who made way back to the view receive and order form the suited man. After the black cap, the man leaves and the suited man follow.

My eyes squint to try and focus better.

Is that him? It certainly looks like it, but didn’t he has to text me that he went to the ZZ city?. But why he was here?

Then I can see Feng Teng in my peripheral vision twitching, indicating he is having the same thoughts as me, but I’m watching the footage with complete fascination now, also aware of Feng Teng hard breathing, but too rapt by the television to look and confirm what I already know.

He’ll be rampant.

No one says anything for a long, uncomfortable time. I turn my eyes to Feng Teng and find him watching me. I’m not at all comfortable with the blackness in his eyes, and I can feel tears brimming in my own.

Should I tell them about the text? But Feng Teng looks sadistic already. Should I add to his obvious fury?

The investigator coughs, pulling my attention back to him.

“This is meant Mrs Feng was drugged and dragged out unconsciously intended. You should know who this suited man right, Mr Feng?” he asks.

“Yes,” Feng Teng answers without taking his eyes off me.

It’s quite obvious now that Feng Teng is angry. I could see a murderous aura on him.

“I’ll be off then,” the investigator gets up and retrieves the disc from the player.

“I’ll see myself out,” he adds.