Chapter 1131 A Chance Encounter [Thanks to Duanbilu, This Rich Book Friend for the 60,000 Reward]

A piece of common sense in the world of night fighting, which can be regarded as some kind of conventional rule.

——‘Leave everything until night’.

After all, unless you are in a place where you don’t have to worry about exposure, you can only use some relatively hidden abilities to make trouble during the day, which often cannot solve the problem at all.

To be honest... even if there is a high degree of information control at the national level and official forces,

But are you really not afraid of making a big fuss that won't end...

Affected by the active emotions last night, I heard Celica's rhetorical question,

Fangran felt slightly ashamed.

"Now that we know that the stolen contract has not been destroyed by the other party and is now in Calgary, there is no need for us to rush now,"

"The other party must already know that we are coming, and maybe they are ready and waiting for us somewhere now,"

Holding the expensive and terrible coffee in the airport, Selica said casually:

"Investigate where it is hidden. Waiting until night will make it easier to move."

"In other words, since there is such a hunch method, we can't directly ask where the contract is..."

No...then it's not a premonition but a prophecy...

Listening to Annabelle sitting on the chair and talking lazily, Fangran silently complained about her troublesome thoughts,

Thinking of determining the specific location of something in the world out of thin air, that is probably something only Grandma Shui can do...

"Being able to confirm this status quo is already a huge gain. Don't expect more, as long as the contract is indeed in this city,"

"Then we should be able to find clues soon."

Listening to Celica saying this, she also knew that directly obtaining the precise location was not such a good thing in the world. Annabelle folded her arms and hummed softly,

On the other side, there was a light relief on his face.

"Then, before the signing meeting begins, we should be able to get the contract back smoothly."

After hearing his words, she was slightly speechless at his simple and optimistic contrast. Selica glanced at Fangran and reminded,

"You seem to have completely forgotten that we are dealing with the overlord of North America. Finding the clues does not mean that we can get it back smoothly. Even with the existence of the trump card, there is no guarantee that the other party will not be so eager to destroy the contract in the end,"

This time he directly stated his conclusion bluntly.

"From the moment this kind of thing is stolen, it is destined to end up being basically irretrievable."

Is that really the case...

After hearing Selika's conclusion, Fangran thought for a moment without feeling too disappointed.

"Don't think about things that are destined to be difficult to achieve, since you have to wait until night to act,"

And she should have known this kind of thing for a long time. Annabelle stood up and sat next to Fangran like a stranger striking up a conversation. Her eyes lit up with charm and her words were ambiguous.

The whole body exudes something different from that of a good wife and loving mother,

The temptation of a coquettish bad woman.

"Little handsome boy, do you want to go on a date with me now?"

Seeing her actions, Lynn, who was sitting across from her and closed her microphone as usual, looked up, and Fangran felt his body go numb.

Without the blessing of vodka, there really wouldn’t be the ‘crazy and evil charm’ of last night.

"Ah... um... I suddenly remembered that I have something to do for a while."

Fangran looked away and scratched his cheek with his fingertips, but he was not in a hurry to 'chase'. Looking at his appearance that was different from last night,

Annabelle's slightly amused eyes dissipated.

"Then since there is no need to confirm anything, the next step is to wait until night and go to the tavern here to investigate clues about that guy,"

Relying on the 'magical conch', I suddenly learned the most critical information about the current situation and determined the next action.

"Then let's go now."

Celica put down her coffee cup and got up from her seat first.

As the only male present, Fangran took out a piece of the remaining mission funds from buying information last night, put it on the table together with the tip and paid for it in a gentlemanly manner.

The whole process was quite free and easy. After all, I even spent $10,000 in tips and tickets.

He doesn't care about this small amount of money anymore.

The concept of consumption has expanded.

Then, just when he finished doing this and wanted to get up and follow Selika and the others,

Suddenly, Fangran felt a strange gaze focused on him.

Um?

Not feeling any malice, just accidental, Fangran looked up strangely,

Then the eyes behind the sunglasses froze for a moment.

The source of his sight was not someone who looked dangerous, nor did he sense the same kind of aura.

Wearing a luxurious and understated white winter coat, she wore elegant gloves that looked like a wealthy person. She was followed by an assistant and a bodyguard.

On the slender and demure white face, exquisite clear glasses and calm eyes,

Exudes knowledge and calmness.

I didn't expect a figure like this. His aura of being expensive but not arrogant but knowledgeable looked very unusual. It seemed as if he had seen it somewhere before.

And she was walking towards him.

"I really didn't expect to meet you here."

In inner surprise, he watched the other person sit down in front of him and speak out,

The squatting movements of a grocery shopping lady and a model girl are absolutely different. Every move of the woman in front of you makes you feel dignified.

Listening to her demure English pronunciation translated into formal words through the earphones, I noticed that the direction she came from was the disembarkation passage of the private jet.

Fangran glanced at the assistant and bodyguard standing behind her and confirmed that they were also confused and hesitant by ordinary people:

"Who are you....?"

There was no fluctuation in the white, thin European and American face. The young woman who looked erudite and elegant spoke calmly:

"It seems that Mr. Executive Officer doesn't care about other people's names and looks."

Listening to the other party's name for him, he roughly confirmed that she was a person from Fiseld's side. I was surprised that she didn't hide her distrust, deep surprise, or nervousness and awe like others.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fangran always feels that her attitude towards him is a bit 'thorny'.

"Then what's the matter with you?"

"No, it's just out of politeness when we meet by chance. I just want to say a few words of greetings to Mr. Executive Officer."

Sitting upright in her seat, the young woman's formal way of speaking, coupled with her unhurried and unhurried tone of voice, created a peaceful and calm aura.

Then the eyes behind the lenses looked directly at Fangran and said:

"But I don't recognize your existence."

The moment he heard these words, Fangran's eyes froze slightly.

I was surprised that the dignified and quiet figure in front of me spoke so directly about denying myself,

"You look like a child who came to an amusement park for the first time and became active with everything he saw, but as a participant,"

Then, when he was slightly dazed, he heard her last words as she stood up and looked at him with those eyes.

"You have no idea what any of this means."