Chapter 21: Husband’s True Identity, Part II

Huang Yule was a bit flattered. He knew that his status in the imperial city wasn’t all that low.

But compared to the status of this person, well…his status was insurmountable.

He smiled and replied, “Mr. Chuck, my last name is Huang, and I’m from Huang City’s Huang family. We met in Melbourne last year.”

Feng Zhuo’s only reply was, “Oh…” His face remained very cold.

In fear that if he breathed any louder he would offend him, Huang Yule held his breath.

Huang Yule knew that Mr. Chuck’s attitude toward people had always been hopelessly cold. Of course, this was due to his status.

Huang Yule didn’t want the conversation to peter out so that he would miss out on this rare golden opportunity. He must get closer to this person.

If Mr. Chuck could be willing to grant him a favor, then his position in the Huang family would become stable, and Mr. Huang would definitely bestow the Huang Corporation on him.

He smiled and asked, “Mr. Chuck, you being…out here alone, is there no problem with your personal safety?”

He’d met this man in Melbourne because he’d needed this man’s help. At that time, Mr. Chuck had been surrounded by people who protected him. His bodyguards all had had a murderous vibe. If one wanted to see him, one had to go through strict screening.

At that time, he’d waited in Melbourne for a month and used a lot of connections before he’d finally been lucky enough to meet with him.

That had been the first time that Huang Yule, who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, had experienced what a socioeconomic gap was.

Not at the top, but at the bottom!

Upper-class society is said to be a big social circle, but, in fact, it is composed of countless small social circles.

With Huang Yule’s current net worth, he couldn’t even stay for long in his own circle.

Feng Zhuo’s only response was “umm”.

Huang Yule was baffled. Did that umm mean that he was safe or unsafe?

Just when Huang Yule was feeling completely flummoxed, Feng Zhuo continued, “I’m giving myself a holiday. So there’s currently no assistant at the moment.”

Huang Yule was puzzled, but then his eyes brightened.

Although he hadn’t figured out the purpose behind Mr. Chuck’s holiday, what he did understand was that Mr. Chuck was basically giving him an opportunity.

He quickly took out his business card and handed it to Feng Zhuo with both hands. “Mr. Chuck, this is my business card with my personal phone number on it. I can be reached any time, for 24 hours. If you have any needs, please let me know.”

Feng Zhuo took it, put it in his pocket, and said lightly: “My Chinese name is Feng Zhuo.”

Huang Yule smiled and nodded. He understood that this meant he was hiding his true identity.

It was also true that his identity couldn’t be casually revealed to just anyone.

But, why did he trust him? There was only one possibility. He didn’t simply remember him, Huang Yule. Instead, he had already investigated him and knew all his personal details.

For some reason, he felt a chill rise up from his body.

Feng Zhuo, who had turned and walked away, seemed to have thought of something. He looked back at Huang Yule and asked, “Who was the man who you met just now?”

Huang Yule was taken aback and asked instinctively, “What’s the matter with him?”

“He’s an eyesore.” Feng Zhuo spoke in a cold tone.

With that said, he left without looking back.

Huang Yule froze. Then he remembered that Wan Jiabao had been standing at Feng Zhuo’s table and had spoken to him even though he hadn’t known him. He had obviously offended Feng Zhuo.

Thinking of this, Huang Yule’s face darkened. What a short-sighted man. How could the Huang family do business with the Wan family?