Chapter 772: Overthinking

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A gentle female voice sounded on the phone, but she was clearly still sleepy. “Byron, why are you calling me at this time?”

“I’m sorry, my princess sister. I forgot about the time difference.” Byron smiled. “However, I think I have to tell you immediately that I saw a cute girl, and you must be interested in this girl, no, I should say this lady.”

Princess Dina had already woken up a little. “What lady?”

“Han Binglan, Nangong Jue’s wife.”

Dina fell silent.

Although Byron couldn’t see the other party’s expression, he knew that she was definitely angry, so he smiled. “She’s even prettier in person than in the videos.”

“Byron.” Dina sighed. “What are you trying to say?”

“I know you want to kill her, but I think it’s very difficult.” Byron walked to the window and looked out. “Also, I have a feeling that you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, that man doesn’t even know about the existence of this daughter. You might even be exposed after all this.” Dina frowned.

“To be honest, I think my princess sister is really thinking too much.” Byron turned around and returned to his room. He walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. He took a sip and said, “Don’t tell me you don’t know how powerful the Zunjue Corporation is? Do you think she’ll take a fancy to the Mei family’s assets?” Only she took the Mei family seriously, as if she’s been poisoned by that man. She even gave up the throne for that man.

However, Dina hung up the phone because she had nothing to say. She wanted to kill Han Binglan not because once her identity was exposed, there would be the matter of inheritance, but because…

Forget it, let’s not talk about it. However, after so many years, things had not gone well. Perhaps it was time to change the method.

Le Yao slept until dawn. When she woke up, Nangong Jue was no longer around. She stretched and grabbed her phone by the bed to take a look. It was already ten o’clock, but there was a message on it. It was sent at half past six in the morning: Wife, I went down for a small meeting. Call me when you wake up.

Le Yao knew that from today onwards, those who came to the meeting had two days off. Some left, and of course, some stayed to play for two days.

Nangong Jue was holding a meeting with the people in charge of a few regions.

The reason why it was called a small meeting was because there were no more than ten people.

As this was a long- term private room, the two of them had placed a few items here for emergencies. There were clothes, shoes, and bags.

Le Yao was not in a hurry to make a call. Instead, after getting up and washing up, she changed into a simple dress and changed the handbag she was carrying with the gown for a backpack. Then, she called Nangong Jue.

But the phone rang and no one answered.

Thinking that he might still be busy, she prepared to go down and find something to eat. However, before she went out, Nangong Jue walked in with his cell phone. “I knew you would wake up soon.

You’re hungry, right? I ordered food. Let’s leave after eating.”

“Are you done?” Le Yao put down her backpack. “I was going to go down for food.”

“I’m done.” Nangong Jue opened the door and let the attendant push the dining cart in. “Let’s eat.”

Le Yao sat over.

“Byron invited us for a housewarming.” Nangong Jue handed his chopsticks to Le Yao..