Wen Qiao was curled up on the sofa next to her, with a computer on her legs, her fingers dancing quickly on her shoulders.
I first checked Huaihe on the Internet, and found that the legal representative was not named William, but a man named Zheng Huailiang.
She looked up Zheng Huailiang again. He was of Chinese descent and had an M nationality. It would take a lot of time to find someone like William from his network of relationships.
It took her an hour to finally find out who William was.
His full name is William Dawkins. There is a very blurry photo of him, and he is indeed the person she bumped into today.
His identity was introduced as the boss of a low-key investment company in Country M, with a net worth of hundreds of billions, making him a very wealthy man.
When we dig deeper into the news about William, we find that there is very little information about him online. He is very low-key and mysterious. We only know that his businesses cover many industries, including medical care, entertainment, e-commerce, oil, finance, and investment. The industrial chain is huge and complex.
But no connection was found to her or anyone she knew.
She asked Fu Nanli again: "Do you know William, the boss of Daojin Pharmaceutical?"
The light from the desk lamp enveloped him. He looked up at her and thought for a moment: "Well, I know. What's the matter? The Dawkins family, their ancestors migrated to Country M from Europe. They used to be members of the royal family of a small European country."
Wen Qiao: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know them. The Dawkins family is relatively low-key, and I am not a social person, so we have no intersection."
Wen Qiao frowned. She didn't know this William, and Fu Nanli didn't know anyone from the Dawkins family. The Fu family and the Dawkins family didn't have any conflicts, so...
So she was just thinking too much
Was today's car accident purely an accident
In the president's office of Huaihe Company, only one desk lamp was on. He Xihuai sat in the boss chair with his legs crossed and two photos tucked between his slender fingers.
The person in the photo was Wen Qiao.
The bright looks, every time he raised his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, were indeed very attractive. His other hand tapped lightly on the table. The man's eyes were slightly drooping, his black pupils were bottomless, his expression was extremely gloomy, and his whole body was shrouded in coldness.
"You used this face to make Gu Xiao show mercy and let you go, but you ruthlessly hurt him like that, right?"
In the end, Gu Xiao couldn't bear to hurt Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao, probably because of this face.
Theresa said that Gu Xiao liked that little girl very much.
The idea was good. After Fu Nanli died saving Wen Qiao, he would replace his brother and not only inherit his property, but also take in his girlfriend.
Oh, all efforts were in vain.
All because of this face.
He stood up, picked up a dart beside him, and threw it hard. The dart hit the photo, aiming at her face, right in the middle.
A disgusting face.
He set a date for her death first.
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In the morning, Wen Qiao opened his eyes with great effort, sat up lazily, stretched his neck, looked around, and saw no one in the room. He went to the bathroom barefoot first, but there was no one there. He then went to the cloakroom, where a man in a dark nightgown, tall and graceful, stood in front of the wardrobe with one hand on his waist, looking like a clothes rack with a model's figure.
Hearing the noise, the man stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Wen Qiao walked barefoot on the carpet: "My biological clock is fixed, and I can't fall asleep when it's time."
"Then come and help me get dressed. I have a flight today."
(End of this chapter)