Chapter 1130: Walking Right Into the Trap
"Mr. President, where are the accompanying bodyguards?" At this moment, Mu Shaohan was most concerned about Pei Zhe’s safety.
He understood that in today’s advanced technological society, losing signal is a very serious issue.
Mu Shaohan couldn’t afford to be careless at all at this moment.
"They’re in the shadows," Pei Zhe said, "If there’s danger, they would have already taken action. What I’m worried about is that this isn’t targeted at me, but at An Han."
Mu Shaohan knew that Pei Zhe had always been infatuated with his sister, no matter what the situation, she was always the first person he thought of.
"Shao Han, don’t try to persuade me, I must make a trip," Pei Zhe couldn’t shake off his concern.
If anything happened to Mu Anhan, Pei Zhe would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Even though someone else got married, his feelings remained deeply rooted.
Even if she no longer had any contact with him, upon hearing she might be in danger, he rushed to help her without hesitation.
As Pei Zhe turned around, Mu Shaohan gave him a nudge with his elbow.
As Pei Zhe slowly fell, Mu Shaohan immediately caught him.
The bodyguards in the shadows immediately came forward, not expecting the Secretary-General to attack the President.
"Take Mr. President to a safe place immediately," Mu Shaohan said immediately, "and have the communication department check who is interfering with the communication equipment."
He then went straight to room 618 to see if Mu Anhan was really there.
But his thought was that it was unlikely to be Mu Anhan.
Firstly, with Gu Xiaozhan around, Mu Anhan was unlikely to act alone.
Secondly, Mu Anhan knew she was a married woman; she would never meet another man alone, let alone Pei Zhe.
But Pei Zhe’s mind was entirely consumed with Mu Anhan, so it was normal for him to be irrational.
Mu Shaohan arrived at the door of room 618; the door wasn’t locked, and he pushed it open and walked in.
As the lights were not turned on, only streetlights outside illuminated through the glass window, vaguely revealing a woman lying on the bed.
Naturally, Mu Shaohan hoped it wasn’t Mu Anhan, and if anyone had indeed harmed her, he would be the first not to let it go.
He walked to the bedside, unable to see the woman’s face.
He turned on his phone’s flashlight and shone it on the woman’s face.
When he saw her true appearance, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t Mu Anhan after all...
It was Gu Xiaorui...
Although he didn’t know why Pei Zhe received such a message, the only certain thing was that this was targeted at Pei Zhe.
Just as Mu Shaohan was about to leave, the door suddenly closed soundlessly.
He tried to pull from inside several times but couldn’t open it.
He attempted to use his phone, but he couldn’t dial any number.
He stood silently in the darkness, trying to stay clear-headed, but sensed the woman on the bed rise.
She moved toward his direction, reaching from behind to embrace his waist.
He wanted to push her away, but for some reason, he felt a restless surge within his body.
It was as if his blood had been agitated, recklessly flowing through his veins.
He clenched his teeth, determined not to be influenced.
Why was this happening?
He remembered only drinking wine at the charity gala, touching nothing else. Could it be the wine?
Those were probably the drinks intended for Pei Zhe, which he intercepted.
As Secretary-General, not only did he accompany his superior for official duties, but also shielded him from drinks and cigarettes during social events.
He smiled bitterly, realizing that in safeguarding Pei Zhe’s safety, he had inadvertently walked into a trap.