Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

1857 God of Wealth

Myron looked in the same direction Huo Yao was looking. When he saw the man sitting in the hall, he was surprised. “Is that your man?”

“Uh huh.” Huo Yao veered her eyes, stood up, and slowly walked inside.

Myron raised his brow and caught up with Huo Yao.

The two of them entered the hall.

Huo Yao walked up in front of Min Yu. She veered her head slightly, pointed at Myron, and paused a couple of seconds before she introduced him patronizingly. “An online friend.”

Myron was appalled.

He suspected God of Wealth only treated him as an online friend because she did not know his name.

It was so sad.

Min Yu stood up, looked at Myron deeply, and nodded. “Hi, Mr Myron.”

Huo Yao glanced at Min Yu and raised her brow. She did not expect them to know each other.

Myron smiled and spoke enthusiastically without the slightest distance between them, “Young Master Min, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Anytime you need me, I’m a call away.”

Saying this, he took out his name card and handed it to Min Yu.

Since he was God of Wealth’s boyfriend, he had to forge close ties.

“Thank you,” acknowledged Min Yu while taking the card.

Someone strode in from outside and walked up straight in front of Myron. Seeing he was with company, the man glanced at them and paused slightly when he noticed Min Yu. He nodded and greeted, “Hi, Young Master Min.”

It was none other than the man who had picked up Councilor Ding and the others, Huang Yin.

When Min Yu saw Huang Yin, he seemed astonished by his presence.

He thought about the way they met and suddenly realized why Huang Yin would voluntarily hand over his power to the underground alliances belonging to the Huang family.

At that time, although Myron looked refined and cultured, he felt there was more to him. It turned out that he worked for Myron.

Myron looked at Huang Yin and asked candidly, “Yes?”

“I already found out who ordered the hit. The assassins were sent by a woman called Meryl. She’s from the Huo family as well,” reported Huang Yin quickly.

Hearing this, Myron looked at Huo Yao. “God of… Do you know her?”

“Her daughter is Huo Wanying. Apparently, her status is quite high in the clan,” added Huang Yin.

Huo Wanying’s mother?

Huo Yao narrowed her eyes. She had a relatively good impression of Huo Wanying. Her instincts told her Huo Wanying would not try to assassinate her.

As Huo Yao contemplated, she nodded and said, “Got it. I know.”

When Myron saw Huo Yao’s reaction, he knew she knew the woman. He cleared his throat and said enthusiastically, “Do you want me to… invite them over?”

According to Cloud Realm’s policies, if they wanted something, there was no such thing as no.

It was easy enough for him to bring Huo Wanying over.

Huang Yin could not help taking a second look at Huo Yao seeing Myron’s reaction.

He was curious about her identity. Why would Myron behave so uncharacteristically and even come personally?

Huo Yao glanced at Myron and rejected him immediately. “No, thanks.”

Myron promptly slumped powerlessly feeling useless. “Okay then.”

Huo Yao went speechless.

**

Myron did not stay at the estate for long. By the time he got into the car, his handsome face had reverted to its usual coldness.

Huang Yin looked into the rearview mirror as he drove. He could not help asking, “Who’s the woman?”

Myron looked outside the car window. After some time, he veered his eyes and said profoundly, “Her? She’s the God of Wealth.”

Huang Yin’s face twitched and did not get what he meant by the God of Wealth.

“Didn’t you always keep asking about the creator of the website?” asked Myron slowly as he gently rapped his fingers on his knee.

Huang Yin’s eyes constricted. For a moment, he forgot about his foot on the brake and the car nearly stopped in the middle of the road. “Are you saying she’s…”

Myron raised his brow and acknowledged mildly.

After some time, Huang Yin finally snapped out of his amazement. The young woman was clearly very young. How could she be the mysterious Y?

No wonder Myron acted so strangely. It was because…

Myron’s phone rang at this moment.

It was a text message.

It was from God of Wealth.

[I remember something now. I might indeed need your help in a couple of days.]