"You are Mr. Leng, right?" Jiao Yalin politely extended her hand to him, "I’m sorry to trouble you to come all this way, please have a seat!"

Leng Zimo extended his hand without arrogance or servility and shook hers, "No need to sit, I came here just to confirm if you have any clues about Jiao Yang."

Jiao Yalin gently shook her head, "We only found his car, parked on the highway leading to the airport. A witness at the time said his car had an accident and was taken away by an ambulance, but we’ve searched all the hospitals and haven’t found any information about him."

This elegant and noble woman, in the end, couldn’t help but speak with a sobbing tone.

After all, isn’t a son the flesh of his mother’s flesh, and now that her son is missing, no matter how good her composure, she couldn’t control her emotions.

Seeing the tears in the eyes of the woman in front of him, Leng Zimo’s tone also softened a bit, "Can you tell me the exact address?"

"Of course..." Jiao Yalin took a map from the table, where Jiao Yang’s accident site was circled in red, "It’s right here!"

Leng Zimo took the map, "Thank you very much, goodbye."

He nodded to her lightly and turned to walk toward the door.

"Wait a moment."

From the sofa, the Duke of Kent, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Leng Zimo stopped but stood proudly without turning his head.

So what if he’s a Duke?!

In Leng Zimo’s eyes, the Duke of Kent was just Jiao Yang’s father.

Even if the other party were the king of a country, he wouldn’t respect someone who didn’t respect him.

If it weren’t out of regard for Jiao Yang, he wouldn’t even bother to stop.

A hint of displeasure flashed in the Duke of Kent’s eyes; as a person in power, he naturally found it hard to accept such disrespect from Leng Zimo.

"If something happens to my son, I won’t let you off."

"Qiao (the Duke of Kent’s name)!" Jiao Yalin frowned and held onto the Duke of Kent’s arm, "Don’t do this, he’s here to help us!"

"Help?" The Duke of Kent sneered, "As far as I know, there seems to be something unusual between my son and your wife. I fear this time my son’s disappearance is not unrelated to you, is it?"

Leng Zimo’s eyes darkened slightly, turning to look at him, "Mr. Duke, this time, for Jiao Yang’s sake, I won’t bother with you, but next time, please don’t speak about my wife in that tone, or I won’t let you off either!"

The Duke of Kent frowned, "Are you provoking me?!"

"This is not a provocation; it’s a threat!" Leng Zimo coldly replied, taking a step back and striding toward the door.

The several bodyguards standing at the door immediately stepped forward, blocking his way, but Ah Sang and the others who came with him directly drew their guns, pointing them at the Duke of Kent.

Ah Sang shrugged with a faint smile, "Your Grace, you’d better have your men step aside."

"What are you doing, get out of the way now!" Jiao Yalin hurried forward to dismiss the bodyguards, "I’m sorry, Mr. Leng!"

Leng Zimo nodded slightly, walking out through the bodyguards, while Ah Sang and the others re-holstered their guns and followed him out.

The Duke of Kent stood where he was, just frowning tightly.

Based on the information collected, Leng Zimo’s father is no ordinary person, but he himself is just a company president. Yet, his people are so fierce. It seems... this man is not as simple as he seems!

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Goodnight