Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 533 - 531 You’re Asking Too Much, Sweetheart

Chapter 533: Chapter 531 You’re Asking Too Much, Sweetheart

"I don’t want money," his voice was low and hoarse, with a magnetism that, like his presence, was filled with danger and recklessness.

Liang Anya’s heart thudded violently; the man’s Mandarin was somewhat nonstandard, as if Chinese wasn’t his mother tongue. She glanced over and noticed his forearm encircling her body.

The man’s muscled, slightly bulging forearm was tattooed with a writhing azure dragon, which stood out conspicuously against his sun-bronzed skin.

Following the dragon tattoo were the rolled-up cuffs of the man’s shirt, the gilded edges and patterns indicating that his attire was far from ordinary.

Is—Is this man really a robber?

Do modern robbers dress in expensive custom-made clothes for work?

Liang Anya swallowed hard and said, "You could go to prostitutes—there are all kinds of them, the innocent schoolgirls, charming flirtatious wives, any flavor you desire, everything’s available, guaranteed to satisfy, and they won’t resist."

If it wasn’t for money, then it must be for lust; otherwise, why would he target her, a woman?

The man was silent for a few seconds, seemingly at a loss for words, then he tightened his arm around the girl, leaned in close, and said curtly without beating around the bush, "Liang Anya, right."

Liang Anya was startled, "Who on earth are you—"

"You just visited your good sister at Renxin Private Hospital, didn’t you."

Did this man know Jiayi? So was he following her the whole evening?

She said nothing, and suddenly, the metal tube at her waist seemed to press deeper by a centimeter; the man’s enchanting voice turned a few shades deadlier, "Speak."

"Yes... what do you want?"

"Chu Jiayi is Mr. Huo’s darling, and reportedly she even bore him a son. If there’s anyone Mr. Huo is closest and most trusting of right now, it’s her. And your dad Liang Tao is her godfather, she probably treats you like a real sister too, telling you everything. It should be easy for you to get close to Mr. Huo and the Huo Family because of her, right." The man’s tone seemed thoughtful.

Liang Anya didn’t know what the man was aiming for but felt it was nothing good, ignoring her fear, she struggled, "What on earth are you trying to do? Do you want to harm Xiaoyi?"

The man again used the weapon in his hand to stop the girl’s struggles, "If I wanted to harm your good sister, would I go to all this trouble to find you?"

Liang Anya controlled her heartbeat and finally stopped resisting, "What do you want to do."

"Help me with a favor."

"...What can I help you with?"

The man leaned down, unabashedly pressing against the fragrant nape of her neck, "Follow my orders and spy on Mr. Huo’s every move for me. Whatever I want you to do, you must do; just remember, I will absolutely not harm your good sister Chu Jiayi."

The personal guards around Huo Zhenyang were too strict; it was impossible for an ordinary person to get close.

The Huo Mansion, even more impossible to enter.

Only this girl, being the closest sister to Mr. Huo’s woman, was usable.

"Why should I help you! You’re delusional!" Liang Anya struggled again, but this also confirmed for her that the man behind her aimed at Mr. Huo and probably would not harm Xiaoyi.

With just a bit more force in his arm, the man suppressed her struggle, his voice mocking:

"Your daddy and brother are currently in Milan, Italy, staying in an apartment at 799 Sansiro Street. Your daddy has transferred his Chinese assets over there and now runs a small real estate agency, while your brother is advancing his studies at the University of Bologna. Right, sweetheart?"

Liang Anya was struck dumb, cold sweat emerging on her palms; this man knew her family inside out!

"What do you want, my dad and brother..."

"Sweetheart, I won’t hurt them—just as long as you agree to my not-so-excessive demand, your daddy and brother will continue to live safely over there," the man’s charming voice was filled with a chilling coolness, "It’s just about keeping an eye on some of Huo Zhenyang’s little movements, that’s all. It won’t harm your good sister and will keep your family safe. Don’t Chinese people have a saying, why not do it if it brings joy?"

Liang Anya’s delicate throat moved slightly before she finally spoke, "Okay."

"Then, sweetheart, it’s a pleasure doing business with you." The man behind her blew a wicked breath at her earlobe, released her, and slowly twisted her body around.

Liang Anya saw the man who was holding her hostage, and her pupils contracted bit by bit.

Although it was dark in the underground garage plus the car interior, and the lights were out, she could still see quite clearly in the dim light that this man, although he had black hair and the contours of a Chinese person, had exquisite features with a high nose and thin lips, and owned a pair of deep blue eyes.

He seemed to be mixed-race.

The blue dragon tattoo on his forearm, symbolizing classical China, further accentuated the man’s mysterious aura.

The man’s presence made Liang Anya feel that he truly had the power to threaten her father and brother far away in Italy.

"Chinese sweetheart, wait for my call, I’ll be in touch with you at any time." The man casually patted Liang Anya’s cheek and with a bang of the lock, the car door next to the driver’s seat opened, he placed his long legs on the ground, and got out of the car.

Free from restraint, Liang Anya finally reacted and, unafraid of death, called out to the man’s back, "Wait a minute!"

The man very generously stopped in his tracks, "What else is there, sweetheart?"

"Sweet, sweet my foot! Are you really not going to harm Xiaoyi?" Liang Anya gasped for breath.

The man’s lips spread with a smile, "I don’t lie to women, except in bed."

Liang Anya’s face burned with heat, she clenched her fists and suppressed her anger, "What do you want to know about Huo Zhenyang? What do you need me to find out for you? I won’t get involved in anything too dangerous!"

"You’re asking too many questions, sweetheart, I’ll get impatient," the man shrugged his eyebrows.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Liang Anya called out again, "Then who exactly are you, at least tell me your name!"

"My Chinese name is Si Yuheng."

The man uttered with his thin lips.

Seconds later, when Liang Anya was sure that the man would not tell her anything else, she slammed the car door.

She shouldn’t stay here long, so she inserted the key, started the engine, and quickly left the garage.

Si Yuheng watched the girl’s retreating figure, standing still. At that moment, the sound of footsteps approached rapidly, moving toward him.

They were several burly men dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses, most with Western faces.

"Hall Master." The subordinates stopped behind Si Yuheng and respectfully spoke.

This call was not in Chinese, nor in English, but in the language of A Country.

The group was indeed from Beiming Hall, the largest gang in A Country, which had just arrived in China not long ago.

And the young man surrounded by them was none other than the gang leader, Si Yuheng.