A fashion queen

"Damn it! What the hell are you doing, you useless bastards? Why did you just rescue me now? You're a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Bai Yumo was furious, his body trembling violently with rage. He had never dreamed he would suffer such a fate, falling into Mo Yunting's hands. This Mo Yunting was far more than the rumors that he was just a film director. Looking down at his bruised and battered body, Bai Yumo's fury burned fiercely, uncontrollable.

He turned his head suddenly, staring at his subordinate Wang Xu with eyes spitting fire, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Wang Xu, explain it to me clearly! What is going on? Why is the action so slow this time, causing this young master to suffer a lot there!" Before he finished speaking, he raised the whip in his hand and lashed Wang Xu fiercely, as if he wanted to transfer all the pain and humiliation inflicted by Mo Yunting to Wang Xu in this way.

At that moment, a clear and pleasant voice rang out: "Cousin, you're back? I..." It turned out that Bai Tingting had heard that her cousin had returned and rushed out of the room in a panic. However, when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned. The words she had prepared were stuck in her throat, and she could not utter a single word.

Facing Bai Yumo's torrent of scolding and lashing, Wang Xu remained silent, silently enduring everything, not even daring to make a sound at the pain in his body. He knew full well that he had failed to rescue the young master quickly, and he dared not even ask for mercy. He blamed it entirely on his own carelessness and negligence. Now, no matter what punishment he faced, he willingly accepted it. After all, it was he who had betrayed his master's trust and brought such a huge loss to the organization.

Only when Bai Yumo's breath was finally disordered and his strength was exhausted did he slowly cease his fierce, storm-like attack. Wang Xu, forcibly enduring the waves of excruciating pain, lowered his head and said in a hoarse, apologetic voice, "I'm sorry, Master. Please punish me as much as you can! It's all because I was so useless that I couldn't protect you. But I hope you can trust me. Now that we've successfully uncovered some of Mo Yunting's secrets, if we can skillfully utilize them, we can surely wash away today's shame and avenge this deep hatred with blood!"

Hearing this, Bai Yumo's eyes, once brimming with rage and murderous intent, suddenly flashed with a chilling, sinister glint. He gritted his teeth, forcing out a harsh remark: "Excellent! If so, we must carefully consider this matter and devise a foolproof plan. We must not let Mo Yunting, that wicked bastard, off lightly!" He clenched his fists, as if to channel all his hatred into them.

"Okay, Wang Xu, this isn't over yet." Bai Yumo said in a cold voice, "I'll give you three days to give me your plan, Mo Yunting. This time I'm going to make you wish you were dead, hahahaha, hahahaha."

Wang Xu's heart trembled, knowing that Bai Yumo was really angry this time. He lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Master. I will definitely investigate this matter as soon as possible."

After saying that, Wang Xu turned and left the living room. Bai Tingting watched him leave, secretly worried about him. She knew Bai Yumo's character, and if she touched his bottom line, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, Bai Yumo was brewing a huge storm in his heart. Mo Yunting, you are dead this time.

Bai Tingting, who stood by silently watching what was happening, began to ponder things in her heart. She moved to Bai Yumo's side, gently pressed his shoulders, and whispered soothingly, "Brother, please don't be angry anymore. It would be bad if you hurt yourself."

Bai Yumo turned his head upon hearing the voice, his eyes falling on his sister. The anger that had filled his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a slightly helpless expression. He said slowly, "Well, I know what's going on. Don't worry."

At that moment, a cell phone suddenly rang. Bai Yumo casually picked up the phone from the table and took a closer look. On the screen was an anonymous text message. The message was extremely concise, consisting of only a few words: "Want to know more of Mo Yunting's secrets? Tonight at 10 o'clock, hurry to the abandoned factory in the suburbs."

Instantly, Bai Yumo's eyes grew even colder, like a biting winter wind. He turned his head to gaze out the window, his mind racing with thoughts: Who could have sent this message? How could this person know Mo Yunting's little-known secrets? Could they be Mo Yunting's cronies? Or was there something else going on?