CHAPTER 529: CHAPTER 518: DRAGGED OUT AND EXECUTED?

"What’s going on!"

"What’s wrong with Lilith!"

A fierce female attendant grabbed Ye Huan by the collar, spraying spittle all over his face.

The other four female attendants looked equally anxious, worried sick.

Clearly, they were the special agents secretly guarding Lilith.

"How dare you talk!" Ye Huan shouted back angrily, "I had you come to protect Lilith, but you neglected your duties, leading to her assassination! What crime have you committed... no, you all deserve to be executed!"

Upon hearing this, the five female special agents turned pale, stumbling backward several steps.

They realized that this man, who resembled Ye Tiance by seventy percent, was Ye Tiance’s son, the appointed person for this mission.

But...

But they hadn’t neglected their duties!

"Mr. Ye, how... how is this possible!"

"All five of us were guarding this place. Even when we went to the bathroom, it was once every six hours, taking turns. Anyway, no matter what, at least four people were guarding the door, and we didn’t see anyone suspicious..."

Before the fierce female special agent could finish, Ye Huan, heartbroken and furious, pointed at her nose and scolded:

"No one, huh! Didn’t you let in three people delivering food!"

"I checked the food Lilith left in the suite, and it was poisoned!"

"I think you were neglecting your duties, not taking the task seriously, and you should all be executed!"

"Thud," the fierce female special agent stumbled and fell to the ground.

The other four didn’t look well either.

They had checked the three attendants who went in to deliver the food and found no weapons on them.

As for the food, they only opened the iron cover on the plates.

They just took a quick look, confirmed there were no weapons under the cover, and let them through, never thinking the food might be poisoned.

"Mr. Ye..."

"This was our oversight, I’m sorry."

The fierce female special agent, biting her lip and looking apologetic, got up and bowed ninety degrees to Ye Huan, "When I return, I will take the penalty of execution myself."

"As long as you’re aware!"

"But it’s not just you, the rest of you should be executed too!"

Ye Huan said angrily, pointing at the noses of the remaining female special agents, shouting at them.

"I’m sorry."

"Mr. Ye, Miss Lilith’s death is indeed partly our responsibility."

"When we go back, we’ll accept the penalty of execution."

"But..."

The five female special agents bowed ninety degrees and sighed in unison, "The dead can’t come back, please restrain your grief..."

"Get out!"

"All of you, get out!"

Ye Huan shouted impatiently again, showcasing his anger.

"Fine, we’ll leave." The female special agents nodded, bowed again, took a deep breath, and backed away.

To appear more furious, Ye Huan even took off a shoe and aggressively threw it at the female special agents.

On the surface, while doing so, the corners of his mouth curled in private.

Having reached this point, it should almost be enough.

At most, just the last step is left.

"Miss Diana, please!"

"Just let me in!"

"Let me see Lilith one last time!"

Ye Huan knocked hard on the door of the presidential suite No. 1.

Seeing no response.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and waved to a female attendant.

"Sir, how can I help you?" the female attendant asked, a bit frightened, having watched Ye Huan’s furious outburst.

"Get me a key card, for this presidential suite No. 1, and also bring some food. My friend just came back from a press conference, probably still hungry. I want to take the food in and with warmth, persuade her to allow me to see the person I wish to see one last time," Ye Huan said.

The female attendant hesitated awkwardly, "Sir, may I ask..."

Seeing Ye Huan’s face turn cold, showing signs of anger, the female attendant shuddered and hurriedly acknowledged before running off.

In less than three minutes, she returned with a tray and handed a room key card to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan took it with a cold expression, with an act of total despair and sorrow between his brows.

His acting was flawless, showing no sign of any loophole.

"Beep," it sounded.

As he opened the suite’s door, he said sorrowfully, "Miss Diana, you just attended a press conference and definitely didn’t have lunch. You’re already grieving, and if you don’t eat, your health can’t take it. I’ve ordered you some food!"

With that, he walked into the suite.

"Bang," the suite door closed.

This process was entirely observed by the "female" attendant holding a metal tray nearby...