Su Fei had been searching for the head butler, Simon Dan, her heart beating with a mix of hope and uncertainty. He was the key to unraveling the mystery of her master's whereabouts, and perhaps, to uncovering glimpses of her own obscured past. The prospect felt daunting, yet she couldn't allow the chance to slip by unnoticed.
Simon Dan, a man of poise and meticulousness, was tending to the garden when a maid approached him, delivering the news of Su Fei's search. Intrigued, he decided to step inside the sprawling mansion.
As he entered the grand hall, Su Fei stood captivated before a magnificent painting. The vibrant colors seemed to come alive, but her attention was drawn elsewhere. With a sudden turn, her gaze met that of the head butler.
Simon Dan offered her a gentle smile, breaking the tension in the air. "Miss Su Fei, do you have an affinity for soldiers?" he inquired, his voice warm yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.
Startled by the unexpected question, Su Fei hesitated. She didn't harbor any hatred for the soldiers portrayed. Instead, a wave of emotion washed over her as she reflected on their noble portrayal in the painting. "They are heroic spirits," she responded with a soft smile. "How could anyone not hold them in high regard?"
The head butler was taken aback by her passionate words. Her eyes sparkled with an intensity that suggested a deeper connection to the subject than he had anticipated. Adjusting his spectacles with a calculated grace, he replied politely, "Miss Su Fei, was it Master you wished to inquire about?"
Her brows furrowed slightly as she scratched her eyebrow, revealing a mix of sincerity and shyness. "I just wanted to thank him," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Noticing her genuine yet awkward demeanor, Simon Dan offered a low murmur of understanding. "I see," he said quietly. "I'm afraid you'll need to wait a little longer."
"Huh?" Su Fei's mind raced, confusion swirling as she sought clarity.
"He is on business trip," the butler explained, his smile warm yet cautious.
"Alright," she managed to reply, nodding slowly. Though she offered him a smile in return, an unsettling awkwardness brewed within her.
Just then, a maid approached Simon Dan, speaking to him in hushed tones. Su Fei couldn't catch the details of their conversation, but the seriousness etched across the butler's face revealed a sudden shift in atmosphere.
After a brief exchange, Simon Dan excused himself, leaving with the maid, and Su Fei found herself standing alone in the vast hall. The silence enveloped her, amplifying her feelings of disorientation. If only a fragment of her memory would return, she mused, trying desperately to dredge up any remnants of her past. Yet her mind felt like a clear, still pond—untroubled but utterly devoid of thought.
With heavy footsteps, Su Fei retreated to her room and sank onto the bed, the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon her. No memory. No thoughts. No sense of her own identity. Only the stark present surrounded by unfamiliar faces. "Who am I?" she wondered, grappling with the suffocating silence of her own mind.
Frustrated, she sighed, feeling the exhaustion of her relentless quest for self. The burden of an unknown past dragged her into a hazy realm of sleep, where dreams eluded her grasp.
Meanwhile, miles away in Switzerland, a ripple of excitement coursed through the crowd as a reporter gasped, "Mr. Li is finally here!"
Li Jinfeng emerged, impeccable in a check-patterned brown Armani suit that exuded charisma and authority. As he strode forward, an air of undeniable magnetism surrounded him, leaving onlookers both awed and apprehensive. The very atmosphere seemed to tremble in his presence.
He was not one to frequently attend business summits, having turned down many in recent years. Today, however, he felt compelled to intervene due to a serious issue plaguing the Switzerland branch. The Governor's pleas had swayed him though initially, his heart was set against attending. Yet, upon glimpsing the portfolio of an intriguing young talent, he found himself intrigued. Li Jinfeng was a man who valued uniqueness and potential, often shunned the mundane.
As he made his way up to the third floor, Secretary Naomi approached him, her tone respectful. "President, the governor is waiting for you on the third floor."
Acknowledging her with a curt nod, Li Jinfeng ascended the stairs, flanked by his bodyguards and security personnel.
On the third floor, the Governor a man in his sixties, distinguished yet visibly anxious was accompanied by another man who sat with an air of pride. As Li Jinfeng stepped into the room, the palpable tension thickened.
The head of the room, with his dark eyes and striking features, commanded immediate attention. The aura he exuded made those present feel an involuntary shiver run down their spines.
"Mr. Li, you're finally here," the Governor welcomed him with a nervous laugh, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "This is Bei Muzi, the talented individual I mentioned."
Li Jinfeng's cold gaze fell upon the man next to the governor, his eyes narrowing as he assessed him. The intensity of his stare enveloped Bei Muzi, leaving him feeling utterly suffocated, while the governor shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the tension ignited by Li Jinfeng's imposing presence.