C15 He Held High Authority!

Lin Miao was taken aback, and it took her a moment to collect herself.

As she took in the abrupt shift in the room, Lin Miao struggled to adjust.

Who exactly was Zhang Chen acquainted with?

She glanced over again and, with a dazed wave of her hand, said, "I forgive you."

The manager and Lily breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been pardoned.

Chen Dafu's icy voice cut through the tension once more. "Grab your belongings and leave! I never want to see you again!"

The manager went rigid.

His career was in shambles!

Yet, he had no choice but to usher Lily out of the room.

Chen Dafu's frosty eyes lingered on the remaining individuals.

It was then that the group of young people stumbled out of the room, their eyes wide with fear.

Soon, only Zhang Chen and two others remained in the private room.

Chen Dafu's façade dropped, and he ingratiatingly asked, "Brother, what do you think of my handling? If you're not content, I can have them sleeping with the fishes tonight!"

Zhang Chen was at a loss for words.

People in high places sure had clout.

With a chuckle, Zhang Chen responded, "Boss Chen, you're too kind. I'm hardly worthy of such brotherhood. Let's just put this incident behind us."

"Agreed."

Chen Dafu realized he needed to keep his identity under wraps and chuckled awkwardly.

"I'll leave you two to chat. I'll be taking my leave now," said Chen Dafu, smiling at Zhang Chen and giving Lin Miao a courteous nod.

With that, he turned and exited the room, gently closing the door behind him.

The room was left to Zhang Chen and Lin Miao.

After a lengthy silence, Lin Miao finally voiced her astonishment, "Zhang Chen, how do you know him?"

Zhang Chen flashed a wry smile. "It was just a chance encounter."

"You?"

Lin Miao scrutinized Zhang Chen from head to toe.

"I did him a small favor," Zhang Chen added.

A wave of unexplained disappointment washed over Lin Miao.

"I see," she responded, her voice tinged with realization.

How could a crow ever become a phoenix?

Zhang Chen pressed on, "Grandpa's still unwell. You should get back to him. And please, keep today's events to yourself."

Lin Miao's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she spoke in a subdued tone, "I know."

Before Zhang Chen could even process her words, Lin Miao had already stepped out of the private room, leaving him feeling a sense of helplessness.

Zhang Chen ascended to the top floor, where Chen Dafu completed the handover of all the necessary documents. He had intended to inquire with Su Mang about whether Lau Qingyue was indeed the renowned Godly Doctor Qingyue. However, upon his return to the meeting room, he discovered Su Mang had already left. The secretary informed him that Su Mang had to attend to something and had departed earlier, leaving the villa keys with Zhang Chen.

With little else to do at the hotel, Zhang Chen decided to head downstairs via the elevator. Reaching the lobby, he was about to exit when a familiar silhouette caught his eye at the hotel entrance. He focused and realized, to his surprise, that it was Lin Junkai. What brought him here?

Zhang Chen swiftly concealed himself, trying to deduce Lin Junkai's intentions. Led by a waiter, Lin Junkai made his way straight to the private rooms. Zhang Chen's mind raced with questions. Given the Lin family's current dire straits, what legitimate business could Lin Junkai possibly have?

As Zhang Chen mulled over this, a sizable group burst through the entrance. The figure leading them was a lavishly dressed young man, limping and with his arm in a sling, followed by four imposing bodyguards. Zhang Chen looked closer and was taken aback—it was Lee Junyi! What was he doing here? And he was heading straight for the area Lin Junkai had just left from. Clearly, the two were involved in some scheme.

A flicker of anger sparked in Zhang Chen's eyes as he sensed that their meeting was somehow connected to Lin Zhiqing. After a moment's contemplation, he decided to approach the private room area, driven by curiosity about Lin Junkai's machinations.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Zhang Chen peeked around the corner and spotted two burly men standing guard. His brow furrowed in frustration; with the entrance guarded, he couldn't get any closer. What was his next move?

Caught in his quandary, unsure of how to proceed, Zhang Chen's thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a waiter emerging from the room.

A glint sparked in Zhang Chen's eyes!

Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed for the elevator and swiftly made his way to the top floor.

Upon returning to the meeting room, he noticed the female secretary was still tidying up.

Zhang Chen's excitement surged, and he quickly closed the distance between them.

The female secretary paused, taken aback.

Lifting her head, she caught sight of Zhang Chen's over-the-top expression.

She froze.

"Young Master Chen, please, not like this!"

She backed up against the wall after speaking, her eyes brimming with helplessness.

Complying with Zhang Chen would leave her resentful.

Yet defiance could cost her job, or worse—her life.

And there was Zhang Chen, looking thrilled, as if he was craving female company.

The secretary's mind raced with thoughts, sinking slowly into despair.

Zhang Chen, hearing her plea, was momentarily baffled. He rolled his eyes, "What are you thinking? Come here, I need your help!"

The secretary was on the verge of tears. What kind of help was he asking for? Was this even helping?

Confused, Zhang Chen wondered what she was up to.

"Come on, I'm really pressed for time!"

Worried she might misunderstand, he stood his ground, calling out to her in frustration.

The secretary broke down in tears.

If he wasn't so anxious, would he be this worked up?

He waited and waited, but the secretary didn't budge.

Doubt clouded Zhang Chen's gaze.

He had just taken over as the hotel's owner—why wouldn't his secretary follow his commands?

"What's the hold-up? Come on, help me sort out some issues. They're about to leave!" Zhang Chen stepped forward, his curiosity piqued.

The secretary looked up at him, her eyes wide with astonishment.

In utter disbelief, she questioned, "They? It's not just you?"