When Frey handed the lady and her family over to his subordinates to send them away, he saw that everyone in the car was looking at him without saying a word, and his face suddenly darkened, "If you have anything to say, just say it, what are you talking about?"
"Um, where is the marshal going to take that little girl from the Leng family?" The oldest person in the car didn't dare to speak when he saw the others, so he had to admit the blame. There is no way, who knows that although this Frey is young, he is the marshal's personal soldier. If he doesn't ask clearly, it will be difficult to make arrangements later.
Frey glanced back subconsciously. The marshal's car was only five meters away from them, and Leng Yiyao was placed in the last car. The marshal said at the time that he was taking the people away, but he did not explain clearly where he was putting them.
Frowning in annoyance, he glanced down at his watch. It was almost seven o'clock. If someone hadn't deliberately leaked the marshal's itinerary and attracted uninvited guests, the marshal wouldn't have met such a weirdo while wandering around today.
Yes, freak.
He thought of Leng Yiyao's performance just now, and all he could say was these two words.
Five minutes ago, he got the background check of the entire Leng family.
Leng Weiran is a typical patriarch. He has a lot of authority in the family, and his most respected son, Leng Chao, is also very clever. At least, the Leng family's assets have continued to rise in recent years, which is enough to prove the two people's business abilities. As for the two daughters of the Leng family.
The eldest daughter, Leng Yiyi, can be regarded as a model for women in the country. She has had tutors since she was a child to cultivate the appearance and behavior of a lady. She has excellent grades and studied abroad. She has an excellent reputation abroad and is pursued by a group of high-quality young people.
This little daughter, on the other hand, has a low reputation. She is like the shadow of her elder sister. She never appears in public. Instead, she enjoys eating, drinking and having fun, and she looks like a typical second-generation ancestor.
But the second generation ancestor could look directly at the marshal so calmly without even a trace of flinching
Frey sneered.
If he hadn't thoroughly investigated the details of the Leng family and witnessed the performance of Leng Yiyan and Leng Chao with his own eyes, he would have doubted that ordinary people today would be able to go to heaven!
Leng Chao and Leng Yiyan's behavior is the most normal.
After all, no matter how rich you are, you are just a merchant.
"Let the last car drive faster and take it directly to the lobby later." He thought for a while, and finally asked someone to drive the car carrying Leng Yiyao to the front.
Sure enough, five minutes later, when Hemo got out of the car and walked into the hotel, Leng Yiyao was already guarded in the reception hall by two officers.
Hemo didn't even stop for a moment and walked directly in front of everyone.
Officer Liu Yigan immediately looked at Frey in embarrassment. this… . He asked the person to be brought here. What does this mean, Marshal
Frey smiled lightly. Sure enough, everyone was stupid. If the marshal really felt that it was not appropriate for Leng Yiyao to stay here, he would have just given the order.
The fact that he didn't speak meant that he didn't need any further instructions on this matter.
"Take her up." Frey told the two people guarding her, and then stepped up to keep up with the marshal.
"Ding—" The moment the hotel sightseeing elevator reached the top floor, the bell echoed throughout the corridor. Suddenly, the people who had been guarding the door quickly turned around and gathered around the elevator.
Hemo's eyes were dusty, as if he was in a deserted place. With the support of Frey and other officers, he walked straight to the room, not even leaving the corner of his eyes open to them.
The group of people, all dressed in jewelry and with nervous expressions, immediately looked longingly at the man sitting on the sofa, and finally asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, what should we do?"