Black Eats Black

Yimo had meant well. He immediately put an arm around An Bingyan.

She was especially petite and very slender. At that moment, Yimo felt as if he were holding a little child.

But her faint, delicate fragrance smelled wonderful, and Yimo knew perfectly well that An Bingyan was no child.

"You... let go of me...!"

Yimo had put his arm around An Bingyan out of kindness, but she wouldn't stay still. She struggled with all her might, speaking with annoyance in her voice.

As everyone knew, Yimo was weak!

How could he withstand An Bingyan's struggles?

But time was pressing. Yimo had to assign tasks and then head to the 66th Floor. He had no time to waste on her, so he immediately used all his strength to hold her tight. Then, with a cold tone that was practically a command, he said, "Shut up!"

Yimo was speaking right beside An Bingyan's ear, and his voice was loud.

As the An Family's Young Lady, An Bingyan had never been shouted at like this before. She froze on the spot.

At that moment, Yimo shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet. I trust in the strength of the Fang Group."

"The auction will resume shortly, and we'll certainly give everyone an explanation!"

The thirty-odd seconds passed quickly. The backup generator had now restored power to the Century Building.

As the lights came back on, the wealthy guests, all people of status, quieted down, even though they had no idea what had happened.

Yimo immediately said to his subordinates, "Contact the Century Building staff and investigate this for me!"

"Find out exactly why the power went out. I want an explanation!"

"All Security Personnel, stand by and protect the guests. Also, tighten security on the first floor. Search thoroughly anyone who isn't