Chapter 212 The Hidden Enemies (Part Two)


    For a while, he just stood there, shaking his head, contemtively.


    "Oh, by the way, do you remember the wife of Mr. Gary Zheng? Whitney?"


    Jasper asked after a pause, suddenly remembering.


    "Of course. She''s one of our VIPs, and has put most of her assets under our management.


    Why do you ask?"


    Rufus raised an eyebrow, wondering why Jasper had mentioned her out of the blue.


    He also thought about how Cassandra wouldn''t be able to take control of the Qin Group if Whitney


    didn''t offer her equity shares.


    "I heard she''sing back to develop her career here, and has transferredrge amount of funds to


    her domestic capital ount recently. I think she''s preparing for a big move soon,"


    exined Jasper, looking down at the floor, lost in thought.


    "Isn''t it normal for our customers to transfer funds from one ount to another? What''s so strange


    about it?"


    Rufus asked, doubtfully, bringing a pen to his lips. He couldn''t ce exactly why Jasper was worried or


    would even bring it up.


    "Well...the thing is, she once mentioned to her subordinates she might bring her daughter here to G


    City as a permanent resident,"


    Jasper said, shaking his head in bewilderment, getting to the point.


    "And alternately, I remember her saying she had no intention ofing back here and that her


    daughter liked living abroad. Don''t you think there''s a catch here? Why would she suddenly change her


    mind?


    Something doesn''t feel right to me."


    Jasper went on. He was totally intrigued by this news, and didn''t realize that he sounded very gossipy


    now. However, Rufus found it unnecessary. He stood up, walked to him and patted him on the


    shoulder.


    "You know what? It''s a pity you didn''t choose to be some kind of entertainment-reporter,"


    Rufus joked, feeling torn betweenughing and weeping. To tell the truth, he had somehow guessed


    what was on Whitney''s mind.


    All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Originally, she''d chosen to settle in Norway for the sake of her daughter''s illness, such that they would


    have a positive change in their lives.


    After Cassandra had helped her figure out what was troubling her daughter, the girl must have started


    doing a lot better, which would exin why Whitney wanted toe back to G City now.


    It was only natural for her to want to return to her hometown now that she finally had the chance.


    "Anyway, I will leave after going through those files again. Keep a close watch on how things develop.


    And most importantly, don''t worry, stay cool. It''s no big deal,"


    Rufusforted Jasper before getting back to his office.


    He sat behind his desk, looking through the files Jasper had given him. But in a few seconds, his


    attention was somehow caught by a photo on the desk. It was a photo of his mother and himself.


    He reached out to take it up, and gently stroke the photo frame while staring at the picture, from where


    his mother smiled back at him. She was still in her prime when the picture was taken. Her little boy


    stood by her side, palpable and inexperienced. In a way, it was a family picture,plete in itself.


    The little, fatherless Rufus often got into fights with others his age and even elder when he was


    laughed at in school. At times, he would lose his temper and me his poor mother for not having his


    father around. She endured all of it, hisints, anger, frustrations, along with her own pains.


    On the other hand, the person who had brought misery upon them was still leading a good andvish


    life in G City, unpunished.


    The Tang Group was very rmed right now, given that Dawn Star Group was getting bigger and


    stronger day by day.


    "The time hase," he murmured, looking at his mother in the picture.


    "You will see, mother, the person who abandoned us won''t just get away with it," he spoke in a manner


    of vowing, clenching his teeth.


    In G City, Cassandra had gotten her new apartment all shipshape. It got trulypleted only after she


    ced her little unicorn toy by her bedside, just like before.


    It was ced such that she could look at it every night before going to bed, and every morning, as soon


    as she opened her eyes. She appreciated its undemanding, non-perturbingpany. Every time she


    looked at it she was filled with warmth and happiness.


    Every so often now, she found herself sitting at the edge of her bed, gently stroking it. It felt soft and


    looked pure and cute, like always. The very act of moving her fingers on its fur rxed her. And yet,


    when she thought of herself like a third person, she only saw a lonely girl, craving for humanpany


    and real love.


    She hadn''t heard from Rufus for two days; this time, there was an aching void in her heart telling her


    this wasn''t usual, wasn''t something not to worry about.


    Before, she had epted they might not get enough time to talk or meet for days in their busy work


    lives, and because of which she was able to bear the solitude, no matter how much she missed him,


    how hard she ached for his touch. She had always believed Rufus loved her and that she had a


    permanent ce in his heart. All this time, she felt as long as they loved each other, even his absence


    contained a kind of abstract presence of his being.


    But now, everything had changed. The faith she had in him was turning into helplessness and sorrow.


    She wanted to call him, text him, somehow listen to the sound of his voice or just to find out how his


    day was, what was he up to, how things were going. But she restrained herself, thinking of how bluntly


    he had said ''Let''s break up, '' right to her face.


    She kept asking herself, ''Is it true that I''ve been dumped by Rufus?''


    It was a reality she found too hard to ept.


    The unicorn still seemed to stare at her with tender eyes, just as Rufus once did.


    Her brain flooded with memories every now and then, no matter how hard she tried to distract herself.


    His face, hisughter, the time they had spent together—everything shed through her mind in an


    instant.


    She thought of how wicked he could be sometimes, his anger in between the long stretches of


    calmness, his tenderness for her. Everything had be a thing of the past.


    Ever since she had encountered him in her life, part of him had attached itself to her, a part that


    eventually became love, admiration and respect, which was something she found extremely hard to get


    over now.


    Everything felt so...strange and ufortable without him.


    Here she was sitting at the edge of the bed again, looking nkly at her unicorn toy, thinking of the


    good old days when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing doorbell.


    Snapping to her senses, Cassandra walked out to the living area.


    "Who is it?" she asked, involuntarily.


    "It''s me,"


    a very familiar male voice answered from behind the door.