Lifting the quilt, she found a few words written on his chest:
My dear, there is no need to come to me. I hope we will see each other again.
He roared angrily: "Murong Rong, you are a woman who cheats money and sex! You'd better let God protect you from falling into my hands!"
He was completely angered. No matter where in the world he was, he would catch her back and beat her up.
This woman who kills a thousand people!
No mercy this time! No mercy!
The Dongrong Society is a secret organization affiliated with the Weiner Consortium, one of the largest conglomerates in Country Y. It is similar to the Phantom of the Phantom Flame, but the power of the Dongrong Society in Weiner is much greater than the Phantom's influence in the Phantom Flame.
Tang En was wearing a black tight-fitting suit, which outlined his strong and strong body.
Murong Rong wore an elegant black short skirt, neat and feminine.
The two of them walked slowly inside with steady steps.
The style inside Dongrong Club is mainly gray and dark, which makes people feel an invisible sense of oppression when they are there.
"Master, Miss, you are back. The president is waiting for you two."
A man in black came towards them. When he saw Tang En and Murong Rong, he bowed and led Murong Rong and Tang En towards the room where the president was.
Tang En and Murong Rong are both disciples of the president, so the members of the Dongrong Society respectfully call them Master and Miss.
Opening a dark red carved wooden door, the man in black made an inviting gesture and let the two of them in.
The lights inside are very dim, and when you first come in, you can't see the decorations clearly.
The president was sitting on a large ancient Egyptian-style chair under the window. The black curtains were tightly closed, and he almost melted into the darkness.
Tang En and Murong Rong stood respectfully in front of him, one on the left and the other on the right.
"How did things go?"
The president's feminine voice spoke slowly, and sounded extremely gentle.
Murong Rong took out the mobile hard drive and held it in front of him, "Helen is lucky to live up to the heavy responsibility of the president and complete the task as scheduled."
The expression on the president's face, hidden in the darkness, could not be seen clearly, and he waved his hand slightly.
Tang En came up, took the hard drive, walked to a computer in the room, inserted the hard drive, and unlocked the confidential information.
The president looked at it intently for a while, then nodded slightly, "Well done. Helen, you can go back."
"Yes." Murong Rong bowed to him and slowly withdrew.
After slowly closing the door, Murong Rong dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
The president has an unstable temperament and unpredictable moods. Although he taught her most of her skills, she has no idea what the president is thinking. The more she gets to know him, the more uneasy she feels.
Every time I face him, I feel as if I'm facing an abyss.
Fortunately, it was still a near miss this time.
Murong Rong walked to the Beauty Pavilion of Dongrong Club.
The master of the Beauty Pavilion is a beautiful and elegant woman in her thirties, who is responsible for the training of the female disciples of the Dongrong Society.
In addition to the president, Murong Rong learned things from her.
The master of the pavilion wore a white soft gauze dress and stood barefoot in front of the waterside pavilion. Her black hair that reached her legs was as smooth as silk.
"Pavilion Master."
Murong Rong stood behind her, looking at the woman who was pure and refined, as if she had no desire to live in the world.
If they didn't know her identity, no one would have imagined that such an extraordinary woman would be the most powerful female coach in Dongrong Club besides the president.
"came back."
She was carrying Murong Rong on her back and looking at the water on the waterside pavilion, as if she was lost in thought.
Her voice is soft and full of intimacy, making people want to get closer.
Of course, all this is just an appearance.
Murong Rong nodded and asked softly: "How are you doing, master of the pavilion?"
Many people in the Dongrong Society were afraid of her, but Murong Rong had a particularly cordial feeling towards her, and she was much more patient with Murong Rong than other female disciples.
"You are here to find your brother, right? He has gone on a mission."
"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Murong Rong thanked the woman and turned to leave.
Although she was worried about her brother's safety, she could not and was not allowed to ask about things that were not related to her mission. This was the rule of the Dongrong Society.
After leaving Dongrong Club, Murong Rong took the car and returned to the villa where she lived.
By this time, it was already late at night.
The villa area was dark, except for a few street lights and a few barking dogs, it was quiet.
Murong Rong opened the door, turned on the light, and finally returned home.
The living room was in a mess. It hadn't been cleaned for an unknown period of time. Things were scattered in a mess, and there was still some undisposed garbage on the floor.
Murong Rong frowned, where was the servant she hired? Where was it? Why didn't she clean it up?
Regardless of her exhaustion, she hurried up to the second floor and opened her son Murong Yuan's room.