Yan Qingdu called Ye Yizhou, but the call was immediately rejected.
A second later, a text came in.
In a meeting. I'll contact you later.
A meeting?
Yan Qingdu was a little puzzled, but he let nothing show.
About half an hour later, he called again, only to have it rejected as well.
Looking at the lavish breakfast on the table, Yan Qingdu instead found it rather unappetizing.
"President Yan, your car is ready. You can head down the mountain whenever you like."
When Yan Qingdu asked the Steward to clear away breakfast, the Steward made a point of reporting this.
Yesterday, Yan Qingdu's assistant had driven him here.
As soon as Yan Qingdu got off the plane, he had headed straight here without even taking his luggage home.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Yan Qingdu gave the Steward a slight nod. "Make the preparations. I'll be leaving right away."
The Steward said, "Certainly. The car is waiting outside the castle."
Yan Qingdu went upstairs to get ready, then came down carrying his suitcase.
The driver took the suitcase from him and put it in the trunk.
Yan Qingdu opened the car door and sat in the back, then called Ye Yizhou again. The call was rejected once more.
Ye Yizhou's repeated refusal to answer, coupled with the Steward's earlier remark, "Didn't the young master tell you?" set Yan Qingdu's nerves faintly throbbing.
"Where to, Mr. Yan?" the driver asked after getting in and fastening his seat belt.
"Lingyao Group."
Yan Qingdu gave his destination and lowered his eyes to the new message on his phone.
He swiped upward, and the sight of several identical messages above it made Yan Qingdu's gaze darken slightly.
He would see just what sort of meeting Ye Yizhou was having.
"President Yan, we've arrived