Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 9

Mo Li pushed her way through the crowded morning rush, a chaotic mix of various pheromones and the lingering scent of breakfast, finally finding relief at the subway exit.

She smoothed her hair and realized that the life of a corporate drone in the big city wasn’t much better than in the slums, just a few extra bites to eat.

Mo Wang had taken her only means of transportation, forcing her to squeeze onto the subway to get to work. After all, the company was her own. While employees could slack off, she couldn’t.

After a diligent morning of work, Secretary Su pushed the door open, carrying a cup of milk tea to check on the overworked CEO.

CEO Mo cast her a complicated look and sighed, “How nice to have the time to make milk tea.”

Secretary Su didn’t dare breathe too loudly and obediently offered the tea. “You’re joking, ma’am.”

Mo Li took a sip, the sugar soothing her mood a little. Thinking that Secretary Su was also an Omega, she tentatively asked, “I have a friend… just a friend…”

Secretary Su froze. “Ah.”

“After she slept with an Omega, the Omega gave her a small tip, said they should meet again, and even drove off in her car. What do you think that Omega meant?”

Secretary Su: …

What else could it mean? They’re after your car and money.

She lowered her head, meeting Mo Li’s earnest and direct gaze.

If she actually said that out loud, her job with its six insurances, two pensions, and even physiological leave might be on the line…

After a long pause, under Mo Li’s intimidating pressure, she forced herself to speak. “Your… your friend was probably treated as a casual playmate with mutual benefits… Taking the car was likely just an excuse to meet again.”

“You mean a friends-with-benefits situation with some interest?”

“Probably… yeah.”

Mo Li nodded, feeling a bit smug. She knew she was charming, how could Mo Wang not be interested at all? Mo Wang was, after all, the CEO of a listed company. Surely, she wouldn’t just be after her car.

“I think, my friend probably thinks so too.”

Feeling much brighter, Mo Li picked up her coat, twirled it in her hand, and draped it over her shoulders. She then pulled a pair of black leather gloves from a drawer and put them on.

Secretary Su was all too familiar with this posture. Her eyes flickered as she bowed her head, clutching some documents.

“I’ll go contact Zhu Wen for you.”

“Go ahead. We have a tough battle ahead.”

Mo Li hailed a taxi and arrived at a plain, shabby office building, taking the elevator all the way down.

On the fifth underground level, the elevator doors opened to reveal a steaming hot fighting arena. Both on and off the stage, Alphas were poised and ready.

This was the entertainment hub for lower-class Alphas, and these Alphas were all organized by Mo Li herself.

Having come from the slums, Mo Li understood these brawny but brainless types perfectly. As long as there was alcohol, food, and violence, they’d do anything.

A burly man with a buzz cut and a black tank top flung a towel over his shoulder and grinned widely.

“CEO Mo, care for a spar?”

People here only respected strength. Zhu Wen was clearly itching for a beating again.

Mo Li tossed her coat aside and backhanded him across the face, sending blood gushing from his nose. While Zhu Wen was still reeling, she grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the ground.

The back of his head hit the floor with a loud thud.

The scent of blueberries filled the air, but it was no longer sweet and tangy. Zhu Wen was being choked to the point of suffocation, further suppressed by the pheromones. He opened his mouth and vomited.

Mo Li used her thumb to turn his face aside, preventing the vomit from soiling her gloves.

The surrounding Alphas, seeing Zhu Wen’s defeat was certain, began to boo and jeer.

Mo Li loosened her grip slightly, half-crouching beside him with an expressionless face.

“Let’s get to the point. Did you recover the money from last time?”

Zhu Wen struggled to catch his breath, his eyes darting around as he stammered, “Cough, cough… No money, but I brought the person back.”

Mo Li stood up and turned around. The Alphas behind her parted to make way, revealing a man in the corner behind the arena, gagged with a sock and bound tightly, unable to move.

Tears streamed down his face continuously, and when he saw Mo Wang, his eyes filled with even more terror.

Mo Li kicked the wall beside him, startling him into scrambling forward.

She raised an eyebrow. “So scared? Then pay back the money. Where’s the nerve you had when you tricked me?”

Mo Li’s money being tied up was closely linked to this guy. The Lin family had sent him to handle the project, only for him to declare bankruptcy and run off with the funds.

Zhu Wen explained, “We interrogated him. The guy claims he has no money, but when we caught him, he was giving a pigeon egg to some fair-skinned, pretty girl.”

Mo Li thought for a moment.

“Then let him go.”

Facing Zhu Wen’s shocked gaze, she curled her lips. Her delicate, harmless features now revealed a sinister and sharp-edged malice.

“Release him, then catch him again. Catch him, then release him again. I want him to understand that if he repays my money, he can live freely with what’s left. But if he doesn’t, he won’t have a single peaceful day. Upon hearing this, the man’s look of luck froze, and he began kowtowing repeatedly to the ground.

Zhu Wen scratched his head. “Shouldn’t we beat him up before letting him go?”

Mo Li shot him a glance. “What are you talking about? We’re law-abiding citizens.”

After clarifying the matter, she left the office building.

Just two days later, the funds for that batch of projects were returned to the company’s account.

It was said that Zhu Wen had the man captured every two hours, making over ten trips back and forth in those two days. The dirty socks used for gagging were almost all used up.

Meanwhile, Mo Li received a call from Mo Wang, but the content was far from the date she had imagined.

Mo Wang: “The car? I sold it. Come downstairs now. I owe you a favor.”

It was late at night, and Mo Li was pulling an all-nighter in her apartment revising documents. Hearing this, she lifted the curtain to look outside. Mo Wang was downstairs, wearing only a sheer dress, leaning against a pure black Volkswagen Santana, tilting her head to signal her.

Mo Wang’s tone didn’t sound like a joke, so Mo Li didn’t dare delay. She grabbed a coat and went downstairs.

“You sold my car? And all you got was this piece of junk?”

She complained while draping the coat over Mo Wang.

Mo Wang didn’t refuse, opening the car door and getting in. “Ride a bike to the bar, save where you should, spend where you should. For example, I bought all the other suites in your apartment building.”

Mo Li widened her eyes. “Why did you buy those?”

Mo Wang glanced at her as if she were an idiot and stepped on the gas. “To make sure no unwanted eyes see me when I come to find you.”

The car drove through the city and far into the suburbs, where a dilapidated villa stood starkly amidst dense, green woods.

Mo Li followed Mo Wang, unlocking layer after layer of codes, and entered the house.

Mo Wang’s Beta secretary, Zuo An, was standing guard there. Hearing the door open, she tensed up but relaxed upon seeing it was Mo Wang.

On the sofa beside her feet lay a young woman, unconscious and unmoving. Mo Li had seen her before in a photo on Mo Wang’s phone—she was the one intimately linking arms with their father.

Mo Wang patted Mo Li’s shoulder, then leaned down to check the woman’s condition.

“Call Zhu Wen. I’m giving you a chance to earn the Lin family’s favor.”