Chapter 372 — The Return
Years of Heartflutter · Page 2 of 2
"Of course not!" Bartleton said. "I was just a little surprised. If you wish to come, Mr. Yang, I'm naturally more than delighted—I'd want you to stay here permanently!"
Bartleton meant what he said. With Yang Ce here, everything went unbelievably smoothly for him, and in time even the family head would look at him with greater respect.
"Something came up at the last minute, so I came back," Yang Hengye said. "All right, go about your business. No need to mind me."
"How could I do that!" Bartleton shook his head again and again. "Mr. Yang, shall I take you up?"
"It's not as if I can't find the way. Come now, I told you to go about your business, so go." Yang Hengye smiled.
"Then... all right..." Yet Bartleton did not leave; he merely stood deferentially to one side. Yang Shuoxuan said nothing more.
He took out his phone and dialed Liu Yu's number. "I've arrived at the Douglas Hotel. Where are you?"
"I got here long ago!" Liu Yu said. "The hotel I'm staying at is close to yours—less than a kilometer away."
"So you were already here." Yang Ce understood at last; he had thought Liu Yu hadn't arrived.
"That's right. I've already checked in—room 4106. Come up and find me?" Liu Yu said.
"Fine, wait for me, then." After noting the room number, Yang Ce hung up.
He first told Jinniu to return to the room on the top floor, then Yang Duoji went up to the fourth floor to find Liu Yu.
Standing before the door of room 4106, Yang Ce knocked. After a moment, he saw someone peer out through the peephole, and then the door was opened.
"Hello, Mr. Yang! Please, come in!" Having confirmed that it was indeed Yang Ce, Liu Yu opened the door and said warmly.
He was by nature a proud man, and as the ace of the field team, a certain pride was only to be expected. This was precisely why, when Xia Yan had spoken with Yan about the matter, he had hinted that Yang Cenbin was not an easy man to get along with!
And yet, proud as Liu Yu was, he admired Yang Ce all the more. For one thing, Yang Juehuan's skills were no weaker than his own; for another, Yang Juehuan's mastery of acupoint striking commanded Liu Yu's admiration.
So toward a man of real ability like Heng, Liu Yu would naturally never be arrogant.
Yang Ce entered Liu Yu's room and looked around. It was a standard twin room—tidy and clean enough, but in terms of class it was plainly not a patch on Yang Juehuan's luxury suite on the top floor.
"Mr. Yang, I've already checked carefully—there are no listening devices or surveillance equipment," Liu Yu said. Seeing Yang Ce glance about, he assumed Yang Ce was inspecting for such things and explained directly.
Yang Jincong smiled—clearly Liu Yu had misunderstood. "I wasn't checking for that, just looking around... This is no place to talk. Let's go upstairs—I'll get you a different room!"
"A different room?" Liu Yu was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by Yang Juehuan's meaning. "Why change rooms? There's nothing wrong with this one?"