All Chapters of The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Raffaele’s POV I sat in the helicopter as we began our descent. The rotors chopped through the thin mountain air, sending the horizon tilting as we veered toward the landing site. “Where are we?” Valentina asked as she peered out the window. “Golmud,” I replied. “We’re on the Qinghai-Xizang Plateau, close to the northern slopes of the Kunlun range.” Her gaze flicked towards me. “It’s a major transportation hub,” I added. “Airport, railway, roads connecting to the deeper mountain zones. Deva Pran was kind enough to send me the coordinates.” The sarcasm in my voice was intentional and Valentina just smiled. “The city’s often used as a base for scientific expeditions, geological surveys, and mining operations near the Kunlun and Qaidam Basin,” I continued. “So I’ll give the monk this, his cover story actually works.” “You’re enjoying this more than you admit,” I said to her as she saw how uncomfortable it was for me to even mention that darn monks name. Before she could respo

Raffaele’s POV The concierge greeted us with a polished smile, hands folded neatly behind his back. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Ricchezza,” he said in flawless English. “We’re honored to host your Archaeological Preservation Team.” He gestured toward the lobby, where desert light streamed through tall glass panels. “Climate researchers and documentary filmmakers—how fascinating. Not many guests come here for science.” Valentina said nothing, just smiled. “The Kunlun Mountains,” he added with a slight bow, “are as divine as they are dangerous. I trust your stay will be… as exciting as it is enlightening.” He turned gracefully and began leading us down the corridors lined with textured sandstone walls and warm LED lighting. The floors had subtle patterns that mimicked the Yadan rock formations just outside the windows. There were occasional art inserts—minimalist landscape photography echoing the surreal salt lakes and desert dunes. It was modern and immersive, built to e

Raffaele’s POV We flew in by helicopter, the sound of the blades steady above us as the strangely shaped mountains unfolded below. “Hembapu, everything all right?” I asked into the headset. “Yes, Mr. Ricchezza,” he said with a wide smile. “Relax. Enjoy the ride.” Easier said than done. You could already tell the fossils had turned to stone. No ordinary mountain ridge had the shape of a spine like that. What was it? I guess only the Chinese authorities would really know. “Kaifeng Lei is flying in the other helicopter with the equipment and the rest of his men. From there, we’ll have to continue on foot. Will that be a problem?” Captain Hembapu asked me. We’d been flying for about forty-five minutes. “It’s all right. Prepare for landing,” I said. “Find a suitable plateau.” When we landed somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I pressed the headset mic closer. “Chief Nangolo, Commander Kalenga, Tatekulu, unload our equipment,” I said, scanning the ridge ahead. I

Valentina’s POV The men were still catching their breath, sweaty and silent, having just finished burying the giant skeletons. I turned around at the sudden whirring noise above. “A drone!” My scarf snapped in the wind as I looked to Raffaele. “It’s Tariq—I know it is!” A burst of static cracked through the drone’s speaker before his voice came through, distorted but unmistakable. “Princess, you’re right. You think you can outrun me, but I will find you—wherever you are.” He snorted darkly. “You think you can uncover what I did here? Good luck with that, Valentina. Not even the Chinese know. You’re chasing ghosts in Ghost City… and soon, you’ll be one of them.” Then his voice came out twisting through the static a bit distorted. It echoed across the ridge, wrapped in wind and technical wire. “You think the Saffron Veil and the Americans realize I’m playing them both?” He laughed low, smug. “They don’t.” “The Saffron Veil is dying to see how the red flower blooms… to fe

Valentina’s POV I was still in the hot tub at The Lonely Space Gobi Wild Luxury Hotel when Raffaele gave me that strange look—that sideways glance like it was something he was holding back from me. He hesitated. I tilted my head. “What? You’re not gonna tell me what’s going on?” He didn’t answer right away. “It’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m just thinking. Try not to get all defensive—I’m tired…” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not being defensive. You’re being weird.” He looked at me again, more serious this time. He shifted in the water, not meeting my gaze. “I’m just trying to figure out how to say it.” That made me pause and my stomach dipped. I chewed on my lip nervously, eyeing him. “Say what?” Something about the way he looked at me… I already knew it wasn’t good. He finally met my eyes. “I got the full report from Matteo,” he said quietly. “You’re a match.” I frowned. “A match for what?” He took a slow breath and His voice dropped lower now ”The DNA. The