The father roared at the secretary, "Inform the family to claim the body! And ask the police to clearly state in the report that it was an 'accidental death'!"
Director Zhou was on the side of the first wife.
When they were kids, they were often beaten and scolded by the first wife, and Director Zhou was her number - one accomplice.
The father was embarrassed: "Alex, what's the matter with you coming here?"
"Dad, I just got back to the country and I don't have a suitable assistant around me. I want to borrow someone."
"Who do you want?"
Alex slowly twirled the umbrella with his slender fingers and then suddenly looked at Dahlia.
"I want Dahlia's assistant, Xiao Mo, to help me sort out the data of the North American branch."
The father waved his hand impatiently, "It's a small matter. Let her go to the personnel department to go through the formalities tomorrow."
Dahlia suddenly looked up, "Father, Mo Li is my most capable assistant. She has been with me for so many years, and we're like sisters..."
"Excellent talents should help your brother. Isn't it good? What are you dissatisfied with?"
What was there to be dissatisfied with?
He wanted to keep Mo Li by his side to threaten her because he was afraid she would say something!
How could Dahlia be satisfied?!
Mo Li was also very scared.
Alex's fierce reputation over the years had spread far and wide.
She didn't want to go.
"You don't need to worry about this. He's coming after me. I'll solve it."
That night, Dahlia went home and knocked on Alex's door.
The glass door of the rooftop terrace was ajar, and warm light leaked out from the crack.
Hearing her footsteps, Alex looked up from the leather sofa.
He didn't say a word, just lifted his chin slightly, signaling her to come over.
The furnishings in his room were still to his old - time preferences.
Only now the terrace was equipped with panoramic glass, and the floor - heating was so warm that one could feel cozy even in a single - layer of clothes.
There was no need to huddle in the drafty attic and share a hand - warmer like they did when they were kids.
There was a chessboard on the walnut - wood table in the corner. It was the birthday gift Dahlia gave him back then.
Next to it, there was a paper bag filled with strawberry daifuku, which was air - shipped from Ginza, Japan by his assistant.
"Come here. I bought this for you. Eat it."
He pushed the porcelain plate over. The strawberry jam oozed out from the daifuku skin, and the sweet and cloying smell mixed with the perfume on him.
When Dahlia took it, she saw the old scar on the inside of his wrist.