The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 508: brand-new look

London, England. A military meeting of the First Terrorist Organization.

Kaka, Zhou Muhan, Bruno, Qinglong, Baihu, and several key military leaders discussed the Middle East military situation in the first conference room. The North American government, in its quest to plunder Middle Eastern oil resources, had committed unforgivable crimes. Because a village was located directly on their oil pipeline, the North American Department of Defense went so far as to massacre the entire village to clear the obstruction, committing these crimes under the guise of freedom.

In principle, this was a matter between governments, and the First Terrorist Organization typically did not participate. However, coincidentally, the most important of the three military factories under Ye Tianyu’s control was located near this small village. If the North American government were to open a new oil pipeline, the First Terrorist Organization would either have to abandon the factories or negotiate with the government. Ye Tianyu, due to some personal grudges, had a dispute with the North American government, leading to bloodshed, and the situation was escalating. Kaka and the others were forced to convene a military meeting overnight to discuss how to quell the situation as quickly as possible.

In the midst of their heated discussion, Mo Chen sent him a multimedia message (MMS). Kaka was explaining his plan while simultaneously looking at the message; multitasking was no problem for him. However, his voice abruptly stopped, and he stared wide-eyed at Wushuang’s new look.

It was clearly a candid photo, taken very directly from the front. Long Chengtian and Guimian were also in the frame, carrying several bags. Wushuang had long, wavy, flaxen-brown hair, wore a necklace from Katya, and a colorful printed long dress. Her slender waist and full bust, her tall and graceful figure, exuded a captivating charm amidst her sharp lines, as alluring and vibrant as the flowers on her dress, blooming in a flamboyant display.

Kaka stared at his phone, his eyes wide. Zhou Muhan and the other managers also looked at him in astonishment. What could possibly make Kaka so panicked? Very few things could happen. He had been staring at his phone for almost five minutes without any reaction.

His expression shifted from shock to a dark, complex mix, a somber, and inexplicable anxiety enveloping him.

Zhou Muhan, thinking Ye Tianyu had sent another shocking message, asked, "Kaka, what’s going on in the Middle East?"

Ye Tianyu had already tied up the FBI agents and thrown them into the FBI, and had also blew up half of their special forces; he didn’t want Kaka to do anything more outrageous.

Bruno called out several times, but Kaka didn’t react. Bruno was closest to Kaka and reached for his phone. This time, Kaka reacted exceptionally quickly, hurriedly putting away his phone and casually saying, "Continue the meeting!"

He paused, and the conference table fell silent. Kaka calmly asked Zhou Muhan, "Where was I?"

Zhou Muhan, "..."

He felt it was better to adjourn the meeting; otherwise, making a wrong decision wouldn’t be a good thing. It must be related to Wushuang; usually, only things related to Wushuang would make Kaka change his expression.

But what exactly was it? Zhou Muhan was very curious.

Kaka’s mind was filled with images of Wushuang. From childhood to adulthood, he had always seen Wushuang with straight hair, always dressed in black and white. Without exception, Wushuang’s clothes consisted of only a few styles, and the combinations were always the same. She only wore black and white, with her long, flowing, and smooth hair. This was the most deeply ingrained image of Wushuang in his mind.

But he never expected that after only a short time apart, she would have undergone such a dramatic change.

She seemed like a completely different person. He loved long-haired Eastern women. He had once jokingly said as a child that long, blue hair was beautiful, possessing the mystery of Eastern women, while Western women, even with long black hair, didn’t exude any beauty. He thought Wushuang had remembered this remark, which was why she had cherished her long hair all these years. He also loved the feeling of Wushuang’s long hair brushing against his shoulders, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

Kaka closed his eyes slightly as he looked at her outfit. He remembered praising her when she first wore this white shirt, black trousers, and silver chain as a child. She liked it too; it was practical, so she’d never changed her attire. It seemed female assassins were all used to a fixed look. Before Ye Wei and Eleven left the underworld, they almost always had the same style, and now most female assassins and special agents were too—easy to spot.

He loved Wu Shuang’s sharp black and white outfits, and her long, flowing hair.

But all of that was gone.

Her straight hair was now big, wavy, alluring and captivating. Wearing a floral print dress, Wu Shuang was even more radiant, almost unrecognizable.

Sexy, wild!

Kaka suddenly felt a pang of unease. Would Wu Shuang, in a little while, no longer be the Wu Shuang he knew?

For so many years, Wushuang had waited for him, never accepting anyone else. This time, they finally talked things out, and Wushuang had given up hope. She was also ready to accept someone else. But what if, the next time they met, a strange man would be holding her possessively, forbidding him from embracing her again?

She changed her style, changed her appearance, cutting off his beloved long hair. Did this mean she had completely let go of the past, let go of the feelings she had let go of in her youth, let go of the ten years of buried youth, and let go of the man who had wronged her?

Wasn’t this what he wanted? Why did it hurt so much?

He had always hoped she could forget, start anew, hope someone could replace him, and cherish her properly. Hadn’t he always hoped for this? Her smile was so bright; he should be happy.

Why this dull ache in his heart?

It was just a little faster than he had expected, so... it’s nothing, it’s nothing, right?

Long Chengtian and Guimian brought her more joy.

Rome.

Mo Chen whistled, leaning on the railing to admire Wu Shuang’s brand-new look. Long Chengtian tossed Wu Shuang’s bags onto the sofa, and Gui Mian also put down all her clothes and accessories.

Wu Shuang, wearing ten-centimeter heels, struck a pose and asked Mo Chen, "How is it?"

Mo Chen looked at Gui Mian and Long Chengtian with admiration. It was truly impressive that they had transformed Wu Shuang like this. Mo Xiaobai had begged Wu Shuang to change her look, but she had stubbornly refused until now, and yet, these two men had accomplished it.

"Absolutely stunning! Absolutely gorgeous! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Wild and sexy!" Mo Chen decisively gave a thumbs up, walking over to Wu Shuang. He was only slightly taller than her. Mo Yao, holding the Persian cat, suggested, "Change to a pair of patterned canvas shoes; they’re too high."

She was already tall; wearing such high heels greatly diminished her beauty.

Long Chengtian raised his eyebrows smugly.