A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 427 Captured Her

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 Captured Her

Kim also clearly saw the appearance of the cheongsam-clad beauty before him.

Surprise flickered in his eyes, and his brows rose slightly.

This woman, wasn’t she the daughter of the doctor?

When had she come to Harman? And how had she obtained the qualification to attend Harman’s banquet...

From the chance meeting in the United States to the present in Harman, Kim keenly sensed that something was amiss.

A dark glint passed through the depths of his eyes.

Could it be that she already knew the doctor’s whereabouts?

After thinking it over, Kim asked with a smile, "Hello, Miss, do you remember me?"

Shen Yanhe hid the sharpness in her eyes, frowned slightly, and glanced at Kim with disdain, replying coldly, "You’re mistaken, I don’t know you."

Having said that, Shen Yanhe didn’t bother with him anymore, swayed her hips as she entered the restroom, and slammed the door shut.

"She’s quite feisty."

Kim clicked his tongue twice, his suspicions somewhat alleviated by Shen Yanhe’s performance.

But doubt still lingered in his mind.

He planned to use the restroom and then report this matter to the BOSS.

This time, with the BOSS coming out with them, they had to nip any danger in the bud.

At that time.

Inside the women’s restroom, Shen Yanhe’s back pressed against the door, she held her breath and listened to the sounds outside, her eyes filled with contemplation.

From Kim’s reaction upon seeing her just now, he had likely recognized her.

But he probably hadn’t realized she was Doctor YM; if he had, Kim’s demeanor wouldn’t have been so relaxed.

After all, during their first encounter, she had drugged him, so he should have been wary of her.

Therefore, there was only one possibility.

He knew she was Shen Zhong’s daughter.

Then, Shen Zhong... might also be here.

Could the leader of the Immortal organization be here as well?

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Yanhe became somewhat restless.

She quickly finished using the restroom, washed her hands, and returned to the hall.

She needed to tell Fu Yanhe about this news.

-

At the same time, Kim folded back to the third floor and relayed the message to the assistant of Fu Weizhi.

The assistant’s expression remained unchanged. He knocked three times on the door before opening it.

Three men were sitting in the room.

They were Shen Zhong, Fu Weizhi, and the King of Harman.

The King of Harman was grinning as he reached out to shake hands with Fu Weizhi, saying, "Well, Mr. Fu, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

"A pleasant cooperation," Fu Weizhi smiled. "I will do my best to bring you what you want."

Seeing the assistant entering, the King of Harman tactfully said, "It seems Mr. Fu has other matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb you any longer."

"I’ll have someone send up food for you later, and if Mr. Fu is interested, you are also welcome to attend the banquet on the first floor," the King of Harman chuckled.

Fu Weizhi nodded slightly, "Thank you."

After the King of Harman left, Fu Weizhi’s smile on his face subsided slightly, and he asked in a flat tone, "What’s the matter?"

The assistant subconsciously glanced at Shen Zhong, walked over to Fu Weizhi, bent down, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Fu Weizhi’s eyes flashed with a glint of light, his expression still calm as he spoke, "Catch her and bring her back."

The assistant nodded, bowed, and exited the room.

Shen Zhong was currently wholly focused on that USB drive, and the sudden statement from Fu Weizhi furrowed his brow, "Who are you going to catch?"

"A little mouse that slipped in." Fu Weizhi said with a light smile, nonchalantly.

Shen Zhong nodded and did not inquire further.

After all, it was common for members of the immortal organization to bring back suitable individuals for experimentation from all over the world, and he had grown accustomed to it.

He despised their methods, but now he was powerless to stop them; he could only try to help them escape during the subsequent experiments.

-

Meanwhile, Shen Yanhe was stopped by someone on her way back to the hall.

Prince Wesley held a rose in his hand, slightly bowing towards her with a self-proclaimed graceful and charming smile, "Beautiful miss, may I have the honor of inviting you for a dance?"

A trace of impatience crossed Shen Yanhe’s face as she rejected coldly, "No, I already have a partner, please step aside."

"Oh, beautiful miss, don’t be so quick to refuse me." Prince Wesley didn’t make way; instead, he stepped forward, completely blocking her path.

He smiled and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Wesley Farrell, the Crown Prince of Haman, thirty years old and not yet married."

"I fell in love with you at first sight." Wesley declared affectionately, "I hope the miss will give me a chance to pursue you."

Wesley was supremely confident inside, as he had often used this approach when wooing women. Once they heard he was a prince of Haman, they would quickly flock to him.

He didn’t believe that this eastern beauty in a cheongsam could resist the temptation of wealth.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Shen Yanhe’s expression was hard to describe, "Does everyone in the Haman royal family enjoy taking other people’s partners?"

Just like that Haman princess, Melanie.

The sleazy man claiming to be a prince of Haman was no different.

Shen Yanhe’s reaction caught Wesley off guard, causing him to pause and instinctively ask, "What?"

"I already have a partner. Can’t you understand human speech, or can’t you understand Haman?" Shen Yanhe truly lost her temper, cursed in Haman, and then repeated it in English.

"Do you understand now? I will never agree to your pursuit, not in this lifetime, nor the next."

After she spoke, Shen Yanhe raised her hand and pushed Wesley, who was blocking her way, aside.

Wesley never expected that Shen Yanhe, who seemed so gentle and fragile, could possess such strength; caught off guard, he was truly pushed aside.

And he bumped into the nearby wall, grimacing in pain.

Just after pushing the man away and taking a few steps forward, Shen Yanhe stopped, her eyes vigilantly watching several men who suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

The man in the lead wore gold-rimmed glasses and a grey-blue suit, had a fair complexion, and looked very scholarly.

Following him were a few tall and muscular men with bulging pecs, wearing tight tank tops and jeans.

From them, Shen Yanhe sensed a dangerous, bloody aura.

"That’s her," the assistant said, his gaze firmly on Shen Yanhe, as he ordered, "Catch her."

The men behind the assistant locked on Shen Yanhe’s direction and rapidly approached her.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, she turned and started to run.

Wesley, who was just holding his arm in pain and intending to take the opportunity to make Shen Yanhe take responsibility, saw several men chasing after her.

His eyes rolled around, and he pretended to shout, "Hey! Who are you guys? What are you doing? Where’s the security team! Where did the guards go!"

Just as Wesley was about to charge forward and play the hero, a fair hand landed on his shoulder.

The hand’s owner had considerable strength, and no matter how hard Wesley tried, he couldn’t shake it off.

Wesley’s face turned sour, and he looked warily at the fair young man, "Who are you?"

"Prince Wesley." The assistant offered him a slight smile, "We’re on a task for the King. We would appreciate it if you kept this quiet and did not interfere."