A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 424 What are the conditions?

Chapter 424: Chapter 424 What are the conditions?

Meanwhile, at a hotel in the city center.

Jin knocked on the room door, lowered his gaze respectfully, and said, "BOSS, the King of Haman has sent you an invitation to a banquet, hoping that you could attend and meet with him."

"Click!"

Fu Weizhi coughed, his pale fingers pinching a white chess piece, and placed it on the board, his voice light, "I see. You may go now."

Jin bowed and left the room.

Fu Weizhi glanced at the white pieces on the chessboard and slightly lifted his gaze to the person sitting opposite him, "Doctor, it’s your move."

Shen Zhong’s expression was cold, and without hesitation, he placed a black piece on the board.

Fu Weizhi looked down at the board, holding a white piece in his hand for a long time without moving, then said, "I have something I want to tell the Doctor."

Shen Zhong’s eyes showed a slight fluctuation, but his face remained indifferent, "What is it?"

Fu Weizhi looked up, "Your son, Shen Huai, is dead."

Shen Zhong’s hand, clutching the black piece, suddenly tightened, and his gaze fell into a long silence.

Although his face seemed devoid of any emotion, the veins on his forehead revealed the inner turmoil he was experiencing.

Fu Weizhi observed Shen Zhong closely, taking in every change.

After an indefinite period, Shen Zhong finally broke the silence.

His voice was hoarse, "How did he die?"

"Didn’t you tell me before that he was doing well in the hospital? Why is he dead?"

As he spoke the last words, Shen Zhong’s voice carried a hint of accusation and a trace of agitation.

Shen Zhong had felt a sudden severe pain in his heart not long before, and he had had a premonition then.

But at that time, Fu Weizhi was watching him too closely, and he couldn’t find an opportunity to contact anyone outside to find out the exact situation.

All he could do was to pray silently, hoping that Shen Huai and Shen Yanhe would be safe and sound.

Fu Weizhi sighed, a trace of pity appeared on his face, "Doctor, I truly regret the death of your son Shen Huai..."

Before Fu Weizhi could finish, Shen Zhong suddenly lunged forward, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up from the chair.

His eyes were bloodshot, and deep hatred lurked within them, "Was it you? Fu Weizhi! Was it you?"

Fu Weizhi gazed calmly at Shen Zhong, slowly lifted his hand, and placed it on his arm, exerting a little force, "Doctor, calm down."

He spoke slowly, "You’ve misunderstood me. I have nothing to do with this matter, and I haven’t meddled in it at all."

"Besides, for me, Shen Huai being alive was more useful than dead, wouldn’t you agree?"

Shen Zhong’s eyes were bloodshot, and the grip on the collar was gradually pried loose by Fu Weizhi.

"However, I can tell you that the death of Shen Huai was caused by your dear brother, Shen Guowei."

Shen Zhong’s pupils trembled, "Shen Guowei? What has he done?"

He knew that Shen Guowei had been spoiled a bit greedy from a young age, which was why, before he left with Fu Weizhi, he had specifically left him some shares.

It was to prevent Shen Guowei from setting his sights on Shen Yanhe and Shen Huai.

"What has he done?" Fu Weizhi straightened his slightly ruffled collar, coughed twice, and smilingly handed over a USB drive to him.

"Everything is in here. The Doctor can take it back to his room and watch it at his leisure."

Shen Zhong stared at the USB drive, not reaching out to take it immediately, but instead asked with a stern face, "What are your conditions for exchanging this USB drive?"

Given Fu Weizhi’s cunning and deceitful nature, it was impossible for him to inform him of this matter without reason, nor was it possible for him to give away the USB drive for free.

"Don’t be nervous, Doctor," Fu Weizhi smiled. "I only need you to do me a favor at the banquet tonight."

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The place where King Haman held the banquet was in a side hall not far from the Haman Royal Palace.

The third floor of the side hall was where the auction would be held tomorrow. The second floor was for guests to change clothes and rest. The first floor was where the banquet took place.

At seven o’clock in the evening, dozens of luxury cars worth millions had already stopped outside, and many rich businessmen from all over the country brought their wives and greeted each other.

At that time,

dressed in a fiery red fishtail evening gown and with exquisite makeup, Melanie stood on the balcony, her gaze landing at the first floor’s entrance.

A slightly greasy teasing voice arose: "Hey, Melanie, you wouldn’t still be waiting for that never-seen-before lover of yours, would you?"

Melanie’s hand tightened on the railing as a hint of gloom flashed through her eyes. She turned her face slightly and saw a man in a gray suit who had, at some point, appeared behind her.

The man was tall and strong, with an abundance of body hair and short, curly brown hair, deep-set facial features – a typical appearance of a man from Haman with chubby cheeks that gave him a somewhat greasy and menacing look.

This man was the son of the first woman her father married when he was young. He was two years older than her and often assumed the position of her brother.

Suppressing the disgust in her eyes, Melanie’s face bore a hint of displeasure, "Wesley Farrell, my matters are none of your concern yet."

Wesley Farrell clicked his tongue and looking at Melanie said, "You should be calling me ’brother,’ Melanie."

"It’s for your own good that I’m interfering," he walked up to Melanie, rested a hand on the railing, raised his eyebrow, and said, "You’ve been waiting at home for that Fu guy for so many years now, becoming an old maid."

"Aside from him, what’s wrong with Gelson Domer, the one who’s always liked you? His family owns several mines, filthy rich. Marry him, and you wouldn’t have to worry for the rest of your life."

With her arms crossed, Melanie’s face showed repulsion as she scoffed, "Him liking me? He still brings women home every day, how is that liking me?"

"Men having a few women is pretty normal," shrugged Wesley. "Doesn’t dad also have three?"

Disgust filled Melanie’s face, "That’s why I said, compared to Fu, those men aren’t even worth one of Fu’s fingers!"

With a cold snort, Melanie said, "Anyway, I will marry only Fu in this life, so don’t try to persuade me."

Wesley frowned, suppressing the impatience in his eyes, and was just about to speak when suddenly, an uproar erupted from below.

"Oh my God, this man is so good-looking, which family’s son is he?"

"He’s my type, I just wonder if he’s taken."

"I remember now, he seems to be the executive director of FY Group in Daxia, not sure if he’s here under the instructions of the CEO of FY Group."

With a slight frown, Melanie looked down towards the direction the noise was coming from.

A black sedan had pulled up in front of the entrance.

A tall, handsome man with striking features and extreme good looks, dressed in a black suit, stood next to the car.

With a somber glance around, the man turned slightly to the side and reached out his hand toward the interior of the car.

A slender, fair hand reached out and rested lightly upon the man’s hand.

A woman in a golden cheongsam, with a curvaceous figure, stepped out of the car.

As soon as she stepped down, the people around her couldn’t help but cast their gazes upon her, their faces showing expressions of amazement.

The makeup on the woman’s face was light, her eyebrows like distant hills, with a spot of vermillion on her lips. Her posture and curves accentuated by the cheongsam were graceful and alluring, commanding everyone’s attention.

The moment Melanie on the second floor spotted Shen Yanhe, her hand tightened on the railing, and a dark look crossed her face.

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