"Have you succeeded?" Adam asked
"Yes and no. Those two never came close, but on the upside, I overheard a few snippets of conversation between our thug-ramp and...your grandfather? May I call him that?"
"Call him Ming. He was never my grandfather. What's this about anyway?"
"I'm not sure. You know my Mandarin's a bit dodgy, despite your lectures, but I think they're interested in getting their hands on Lord Dashwood's publishing empire:"
"Impossible! That cannot happen," Adam declared.
"I need to do more research. I can't base my article on hearsay." William affirmed, getting up abruptly from the couch he was pondering on.
"And how do you intend to do that?" asked Adam.
"I'm going back to London tomorrow and try to convince the boss to send me here for some time. Once I've convinced him, I'll get your father to help me get my visa as quickly as possible."
"It's not that simple! This time you got in because you had a di
A resounding thump echoed inside the apartment. With one fluid movement, Shàng Wèi trapped an incredulous Adam between his body and the front door. Thin, eager lips assailed the prisoner's mouth as large hands crushed his slim waist against the wooden surface. Mouth, jaw, neck, shoulder blades were marked mercilessly. Every inch of skin was marked by a long trail of kisses and bites. It was impossible to remain insensitive to such an assault, but Adam tried to resist anyway. With shaky hands, he tried several times to push Shàng Wèi's body away from his own. But, unfortunately, the attempt at rebellion did not stop the latter's eagerness. On the contrary, it seemed to spur him to intensify his test of strength. With the entirety of his body, he had succeeded in pinning him down while willing hands snuck under his shirt to caress his turned back. It was clear that only one of them could win that fight—body against body, mind against mind. Neither was w
"Who did that?" she asked lapidary, pointing her finger. "Who did what?" Adam asked, surprised. The girl inhaled and exhaled a few times before speaking again. "You have a hickey, the size of a walnut at the base of your neck. And don't tell me you knocked somewhere because I don't believe it anyway. Now tell me who did that." Lying would have been useless because, looking at Claire's angry face, he understood that she already knew the name of the culprit. "Shàng Wèì," he mumbled, looking away from the screen. "I knew it!" cried out the girl. "Have you lost your mind? Or did it liquefy? God! Of all the people you could sleep with, you had to roll yourself up with him like a spring roll?" As much as the situation wasn't the best and his sister's anger was tangible, Adam couldn't stop himself from laughing, further infuriating his sister. "Don't laugh; the situation is tragic. Now, where is that handsome man? Is he listen
"I'll be going then," Lizzie said, picking up her purse from the back of the counter. "Are you sure you don't need a hand? I can stay a few more minutes." Claire cast an eye toward the antique grandmother over the literary nook. It was already marking 10 p.m. "Go ahead; it's very late. You opened up by yourself this morning; you need to rest. Besides, it's only a few chairs to set up. As soon as I'm done, I'm closing up." Claire answered her. "See you in the morning, boss. Have a good night." Lizzie wished her. After greeting the girl, Claire went back to setting up the room. That evening, they hosted one of their Meetings with the author, so they kept the library/tea room open past closing time. The turnout of customers and curious people had been terrific, and they had to increase the number of seats to accommodate as many as possible. Those kinds of initiatives were attracting more and more people, and the work for the two girls wa
Yen Chien smiled as he looked at Claire's serious face. She had the expression of someone about to walk on hot coals. And it was amused. "Hellooo," Lizzie greeted him. But, as soon as he turned to look at her, the girl blushed. "Lizzie, a customer is calling you from table 3. Why don't you go and see what he needs?!" Claire said in a commanding voice. The girl turned away, keeping her eyes and her dumbstruck smile on him. "You've already earned a fan. Not bad for the first day." Said the store owner jokingly as she filled out the paperwork resting on the counter. "It's too bad that the only fan I want is rather coy about me at the moment." He earned a dirty look. "Do you want to break the world record for the fastest layoff in history?" She asked him. "No, no, no. I don't want to." He replied, leaning against the counter with a vast innocent smile plastered on his face. "Well, then come on back here. I'll explai
Adam picked up the calendar to mark the newly agreed appointment for the following day. Then, with regret, he noticed that Christmas was only a few days away. It was amazing how time had flown by; he had been in Beijing for almost two months now. Work had absorbed him so much that he had forgotten that Christmas was not a holiday in China. Still, a working day like any other and, as such, he would not be able to spend the holidays with his family as he does every year. He would break the news that evening at the group call. In fact, even managing to organize a call with the whole family was an epic feat. Everyone's work schedules and the fact that they lived in four different time zones didn't make it easy, Especially since the two most problematic time zones were his and George's, thirteen hours apart. This meant that, in turn, the two brothers had to put up with their sister's rants and their mother's worries as soon as they woke up. It was torture
Adam waited until his colleague had left to look up the desired name. Then, after a few moments, he discovered that Kan Te had not only not left but had founded a thriving computer security consulting firm. The biggest problem was getting in touch with him and convincing him to help. After all, he was an important person now, and the two of them hadn't spoken in years. He probably wouldn't waste his time on him. He made a note of the company's address and wrote down the number of the switchboard. He would go there immediately. "Yuan Bo, I have to go out right away; they moved my 5 p.m. interview. So I'll work on the article remotely, okay?" he reported to the editor-in-chief. "Sure, go ahead, Adam. I'll see you tomorrow." Adam darted out of the office. He had to pick up his PC at home and buy a new mobile phone and a new card before going to Yung Kan Te. Adam was so deep in thought that he didn't hear a voice calling him, and when he r
Adam was astonished. How dare he arrogates to himself the right to enter and stay in his house? "You can get out of my way," he told Shàng Wèi after recovering from his astonishment. Adam had no intention of letting him pass. Instead, by talking, he had placed himself between Shàng Wèi and the front door, blocking the way in. What amazed him most was the total lack of knowledge of the facts he was demonstrating. He pretended to be innocent, despite all signs pointing directly to him and the old man. "Don't be stupid. I won't let you out of my sight for a moment." Said Shàng Wèi, taking a step closer to him. "Ah! Of course, you have to make sure he doesn't do anything so you can appease the old man. Very clever." "How many times do I have to tell you that I know nothing about this whole thing?" "You can say it over and over again, but I wouldn't believe you anyway." And with one last contemptuous glance, h
Not even the shower brought Adam any relief. On the contrary, he came out even more angry than before. He was about to wrap himself in a towel when he realized he was not alone. He was confronted by the cheeky gaze of Shàng Wèi, who was looking at him from head to toe with evident eagerness. "I was waiting my turn," he said innocently. In his right hand, he clutched a small duffel bag. "How did you know you were going to stop?" "I didn't. Let's just say that, after our last rendezvous, I thought it would be useful to have a change of clothes with me at all times." Adam gave him a murderous look. He would have gladly hung it on the wall; instead, without a word, he headed for the wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear. He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and went into the living room to change. With no way to do anything, he turned on the stereo. The sad notes of a love song wafted through the room. A perfec