Chapter 1222Chapter 1222 The Identity Of Zero
On the contrary, he was even entrusted with the task of importing medicines.
Although Herald felt uneasy, distressed, and worried about Hugo, he also felt comforted about his
predicament.
As long as he still had the president's favor, he would still stand a chance to rescue Hugo one day.
Inside the hotel.
Jared looked out the window, looking worried. He let out a long sigh, withdrew his gaze, and turned his
attention back to the woman who was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in her phone.
He was still a bit nervous. “Boss, do you think they'll agree to our terms?”
If they refused, the collaboration would have fallen through. The company had been working overtime
lately to produce medicine. If their order gets cancelled, it will lead to a buildup of inventory.
“Of course they will! Our medicine is so affordable and effective, why wouldn't they?” Ashlyn looked at
Jared with a puzzled expression, as if he had asked something obvious.
While she was answering him, she was also chatting in the WhatsApp group, “Mysterious yet Majestic”.
Quiet Forest: Tsk tsk, what's going on, Flying Fish? How dare this little scum you acquainted yourself
with do things under our name? And he even leaked the identity of Panda Adieu? Flying Fish sent a helpless emoticon.
Flying Fish: How was I to know he'd be such an idiot? We graduated from the same school, but you
know what they say, it's hard to fathom one's mind. I warned him about it, but I guess I'll have to
apologize to Zero myself for this mess.
Zero: There's no need to apologize, just handle a few more cases, or help solve some of these cases.
For instance, how's the investigation on James' case going?
She had been busy with Zaewora's affairs recently, Hence, the case of James had been handled by
Quiet Forest and his team.
Flying Fish: As it turns out, James was indeed wronged.
It seems that the evidence has been found.
Ashlyn felt somewhat relieved.
Zero: Wait for me to return, I'm currently on a business trip.
Flying Fish: On a business trip? Bro, where did you go for your business trip? The last time I went to
see you, I ran into a fool pretending to be you. I felt so disgusted by it.
Then, he began to describe his encounter with that disgusting woman in Dixon's private room.
Quiet Forest: D*mn, how dare someone try to impersonate our Zero? Are they sick? Who is it? Flying Fish: Seems like it's someone named Penelope? I think that's the name.
In an instant, everyone in the group exploded in criticism.
Everyone started fervently criticizing Penelope.
Ashlyn couldn't help but frown as she watched. She remembered that Flying Fish had mentioned this
matter before, but she hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
Now that it was brought up by Flying Fish again, she still felt as if she had swallowed a lump of flies,
feeling utterly disgusted.
In the end, it was Flying Fish who summed it up. Haha, who doesn't know that our Zero is a handsome
young lad? She, an ugly girl, even dares to pretend to be him. It's so disgusting.
Ashlyn and Quiet Forest were speechless.
Suddenly, he was filled with anticipation, eager to see the expressions on Flying Fish's face when he
finally meets Zero.
He would probably be so shock that his eyeballs would fall out.
With such thoughts, he felt increasingly elated, and his anticipation for that moment grew stronger. He
had a feeling that the day wouldn't be too far off.
Hehehe. Ashlyn lazily typed on her phone. There's no need to bother with Penelope. Everyone, please pay more
attention to James' case. We can't let Sienna off the hook either, she definitely still has evidence of
Dixon's crimes.
Quiet Forest: Don't worry.
Ashlyn exited the chat at that.
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entrance and saw a man walking in.
Following closely behind was Spencer cradling two gift boxes in his arms.
The packaging was incredibly exquisite and luxurious. Ashlyn raised an eyebrow. “What's up?”
Lucas curled his lips slightly, approaching her. His gaze then fell on Jared. “Mr. Quickton, you're like a
shadow, wherever my wife goes, you follow.”
Jared could sense the strong hint of sarcasm in the man's words. He couldn't help but pout. “Why does
the air smell so sour?”