Lu Zhaoyang returned to her desk and studied her monitor screen blankly while she peeked occasionally at the office entrance .
Ten thirty, he said . He should be leaving anytime now .
As expected, Huo Yunting appeared a few minutes later at the door, leaving the office building .
Lu Zhaoyang's palms were sweating profusely by now . She was worried that Huo Yunting would notice something amiss .
"Sister Zhaoyang, you don't look so good! Are you sick?"
A small and cool hand rested on her forehead .
"It's easy to fall sick in this weather . You should be more careful, what if you caught a fever?" Lin Yazhi removed her hand and gave it a rub . "It looks like you're sweating . "
Lu Zhaoyang packed her things and replied softly, "I do feel a little unwell . I guess I'll request for sick leave from HR to rest at home . "
Lin Yazhi urged her, "Go, go, remember to drink enough water!"
When Lu Zhaoyang was back at her mansion, she packed minimally to avoid being too obvious .
The maids were all at home . If they reported their suspicions to Huo Yunting, her plan would be busted .
When she was done packing her travel documents, she left the house swiftly .
Fortunately, Huo Yunting did not restrict her actions at home . The maids did not know about the coercion involved in their marriage, so they had always been very respectful toward her .
She arranged for a driver to send her to the airport . On the way, she clutched tightly onto her bag and stared blankly into nowhere . Her heart was beating crazily out of anxiety .
"Miss, what time is your flight? You look nervous . "
The driver's voice startled Lu Zhaoyang .
Was she being so obvious with her emotions?
"I'd appreciate if we can reach the airport faster, Sir, it's quite urgent!"
The sooner she left this place, the better .
The car moved faster after that . Lu Zhaoyang studied the receding scenery through the window along the way .
The only way she could revisit this familiar place in future was through her memories .
She was about to say farewell to the city .
The airport was crowded . Lu Zhaoyang took her luggage with her and looked around for that familiar figure .
Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm . She turned to see a man with sunglasses speaking to her in a low but urgent voice, "You're being followed . Be careful . "
It was Chen's voice!
Lu Zhaoyang inhaled sharply, feeling her chest tightening .
She did not notice anyone following her before this, probably due to her nervousness .
Chen put an arm around her waist and guided her through the crowd in an attempt to slip away from their pursuer .
"Don't worry, it's Huo Li . "
Lu Zhaoyang followed Huo Chen's lead and allowed him to guide her through the airport .
The airport was huge . She did not know what terminal or airline she was flying with .
Huo Li, on the other hand… would probably be just as oblivious as she was .
No wonder Huo Yunting went to the city summit today by himself, despite how important the event was .
He must have noticed something in her and asked Huo Li to keep an eye on things .
As expected, nothing escaped his attention .
Lu Zhaoyang felt a chill running up her spine as she realized this and became flustered .
She stared at the massive crowd bustling around her and gripped tightly onto Huo Chen's hand .
"Trust me, Yang Yang . "
"Alright . "
Lu Zhaoyang nodded . Huo Chen was an elite soldier and the youngest Captain in the nation . With his skills in surveillance and counter surveillance, he should be able shake off Huo Li .
Chapter end
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