Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 23

Under his questioning gaze, Mo Li surprisingly felt a rare pang of guilt, as if caught red-handed. But she quickly gathered her thoughts and replied calmly.

“I’m just here to discuss business with Mr. Jiao. Surely the esteemed Young Master Luo isn’t planning to interfere in this as well?”

Mo Li glanced around. The screening room was spacious, the emergency exits were locked, and the main door had been closed at some point. Through the semi-transparent glass, she could vaguely make out the figures of two burly guards stationed outside. However, there should be a special exit for staff behind the screen.

Sensing something amiss, Zhu Wen approached her side and whispered, “Boss?”

Mo Li shook her head, deciding to hold her ground for now.

Luo Licheng was alone, while she had Zhu Wen by her side. If it came to a fight, the two Alphas on her side would have the upper hand. At worst, they could take him hostage to get out.

Luo Licheng seemed completely unaware of his disadvantage. He spread his hands and said, “How is this interfering? CEO Mo has been fond of discussing business with my shareholders lately. As a partner, I’m simply here to offer some friendly concern.”

Mo Li sneered, “A partner who leeches off others like a parasite?”

Luo Licheng met her gaze unflinchingly. “Isn’t that how it is in the business world? Miss Mo Li, you should be past the age of being clueless about business and needing me to personally enlighten you.”

Mo Li leisurely spread her palms. “That’s why I withdrew my investment. To preserve your dignity, I sold off the shares gradually and discreetly.” She turned the tables on him. “Young Master Luo should also be past the age of relying on others for everything.”

At these words, the forced smile on Luo Licheng’s face vanished. His usually refined and handsome features, now twisted with anger and exhaustion, grew increasingly distorted.

His voice trembled and rose in pitch.

“So, you also think I’m incompetent and only good for messing things up? Then who can you cooperate with? The Lin family, who’ve always looked down on you?”

He stood up and slammed his fist into the chair. The headrest shattered under the impact, scattering fiberfill everywhere. As he pulled his hand back, a gaping hole remained in the center of the seat.

“See? Where exactly am I inferior to those Alphas? And those Omegas are nothing but cheap sluts who only know how to release pheromones to beg for attention. How dare they climb to higher positions than me through arranged marriages?”

Zhu Wen moved closer to Mo Li, adopting a defensive stance.

Mo Li showed no fear. Watching Luo Licheng’s agitated and frenzied state, she became even more convinced that Mo Wang was right.

The Luo family was heading for a storm.

Frowning, she realized she needed to calm Luo Licheng down first and get him to let them leave.

But Luo Licheng suddenly turned to her, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “You got into Mo Wang’s car yesterday, didn’t you? Was it her idea for you to withdraw your investment? Was it?”

He seemed to harbor deep-seated resentment toward Mo Wang. Mo Li’s brow furrowed even tighter. “This has nothing to do with her.”

But Luo Licheng seemed convinced. He spread his arms and bowed deeply to Mo Li, like a true theatrical clown.

Mo Li was puzzled, but Zhu Wen collapsed beside her with a heavy thud. Startled, she turned, only to feel a sharp, tiny sting on the back of her neck.

She swiftly reached back and grabbed a small, spider-like robot, which trembled in her palm for a few moments before going completely dead.

At the same time, a rapidly spreading numbness surged from the back of her neck, coursing through her veins.

“A biotoxin specifically designed for Alphas. Mo Wang’s expression would be quite a sight if she knew her own creation was used on you, wouldn’t it?”

Mo Li gritted her teeth, knowing there was no escape this time.

While her body could still move, she lunged forward in several large strides, snapped off a chair arm in passing, and swung it full force to split Luo Licheng’s head open.

Luo Licheng didn’t even have time to utter a word before collapsing with his hands clutching the wound, blood gushing like a fountain.

Mo Li raised her arm and delivered several more vicious blows until Luo Licheng lay motionless, his handsome face now a bloody, mangled mess.

She kicked him once more for good measure, fighting against her increasingly hazy consciousness as she gritted out: “Worthless. This is an Alpha’s strength.”

The burly men Luo Licheng had stationed outside came rushing in at the noise, dragging Mo Li away from him and landing a heavy punch to her stomach.

Her stomach churned violently, the medicated bath making the pain blur together with her fading awareness. Clutching her mouth, Mo Li collapsed sideways onto the floor. Before darkness completely consumed her, she desperately gripped a shard of the plastic chair arm and concealed it in her sleeve.

…

When consciousness returned, she had no idea how much time had passed.

The air carried a faint metallic scent of blood. It was quiet, but not completely silent, she could hear the breathing of several people nearby, with three or four Alpha pheromones mingling in the air.

Mo Li kept her eyes closed. Her entire body remained numb and weak, and waking now would only make others more alert.

Testing with slight movements, she felt her arms tied behind her back against a chair. Her ankles, waist, every potential source of leverage were thoroughly bound.

As she shifted, the plastic shard hidden in her sleeve scratched her skin, the small pain bringing her a sliver of reassurance.

“President Mo, if you’re awake, why not chat? Sitting there can’t be much fun.”

A rather cheerful voice rang out. Mo Li cursed inwardly but chose to open her eyes.

The room was dim. The first thing she saw was Zhu Wen, tied up tightly and thrown on the floor like a giant maggot. The 190cm-tall man didn’t even rate a chair, lying pitifully on the floorboards.

An unsightly scene. Mo Li turned her head and was met with a head of ostentatious, eye-catching blond hair. Luo Liming, the corner of his mouth bruised, calmly tilted his chin in greeting.

“Family matters. Sorry you have to see this.”

He too was tied securely to a chair, only his head able to move slightly.

Apparently for extra precaution, both he and Mo Li wore thick, heavy electronic shackles.

Behind him, Luo Licheng crouched in a corner with a dark expression, flanked by two brawny bodyguards. The room was only about thirty square meters, and these people crammed the narrow space until it felt suffocating, worsened by the windows being covered with thick curtains.

Luo Licheng’s head was swathed in bandages, his face plastered with healing patches that couldn’t conceal the purplish bruises, making him look even more wretched than the three hostages.

He shot Mo Li a sinister glare, staggered unsteadily toward her, and raised his elbow to strike.

“Brother, you’re here to deal with Mo Wang, right? If this face gets injured, Miss Mo Wang might not cooperate.”

To her surprise, Luo Licheng actually lowered his arm and stepped back.

His scar-riddled face was terrifying as he let out a chilling laugh.

“What could she possibly accomplish?”

Mo Li’s heart sank; this man had truly dragged Mo Wang into the mess.

“Right, right, we can’t harm her now.” Luo Licheng had already descended into madness, gripping Mo Li’s chin tightly and turning his face from side to side as he scrutinized it.

“I want Mo Wang to witness with her own eyes how this pretty face will be shattered, crushed, and trampled bit by bit. I want her to understand that this is the consequence of looking down on me, insulting me, and opposing me!”