"At two o'clock in the morning on the night you were injured, they went on a mission to hunt down Charles' cronies. The guy knew the address where Charles had hidden the missiles. The helicopter driven by Cohen was attacked by the opponent's helicopter on the way, and he had no time to escape. So..." Liszt stopped talking. Reece beside him looked even more sad, and his clenched fists rattled.
... Callum Zhou said nothing and closed his eyes.
The entire ward was eerily quiet.
After a long time, Reece said: "Chow, that plan is too outrageous, you don't have to agree. And even if you become Dean Yang, it doesn't mean you can get useful information for us. After all, the Yang family sells diamonds, right?" A munitions guy. I wasn't on that helicopter, so I was watching Mark Cohen and the others...so I couldn't watch you being put in danger again."
"I'll go." Callum Zhou's answer left Reece stunned.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I am willing to be Archer Dean, looking for the guy behind Massive." Zhou Tou looked directly at Owen List, who was once like a hero in his mind, "Not because of the so-called balance theory , although I admit that what you said may be right, but for me, I just want to find the guy who made me lose my teammate."
Owen List smiled lightly and said, "You still have a week to think about it."
After Liszt left, Reece looked at Zhou Zhao and asked in a cold voice: "Do you know what you just promised?"
"I know." Zhou Zhou sighed, "I have no family and no worries. From this perspective, I am indeed the best candidate for this task."
"Perhaps you will never return to Callum Zhou's life."
"What is 'Zhou's life'? Even if I really become Archer Dean, I know deep down who I am."
"If you finally decide to do this... I can only do my best to protect you." Reece's clenched fists still did not loosen, "You are the only one left in my team."
So, after undergoing a plastic surgery costing three million US dollars, Zhou Tie became Archer Dean. He spent a whole year learning Dean's living habits, various movements, and his connections, down to the details of which class teacher Dean liked in elementary school, and the girl he went to the carnival with in junior high school. Those huge and complicated information belonging to others were stuffed into Callum Zhou's head and became a part of his life.
A year later, major newspapers in New York published the news that Archer Dean, the heir to the diamond wealthy Young family, returned to the United States from Switzerland after recuperating from an injury. Coinciding with Yang Jin's 60th birthday, Yang Jin specially chose to hold a dinner at Massive's W Hotel and invited celebrities from all over the world. Tonight, Callum Zhou will also make his debut as Dean Yang for the first time.
"Are you nervous?" Leila looked elegant and S3xy in a black plunging evening gown, capturing the attention of the men present with every move she made. As we all know, Layla is Dean Yang’s personal assistant, but in fact, people who are close to the Yang family know that Layla is the personal bodyguard specially hired by Yang Jin for his son, and only very few people in the world know about Layla. His true identity is a colleague assigned by Interpol to Callum Zhou.
"Why are you nervous?" Zhou Zhao smiled and motioned for Leila to take her arm.
"It's a good thing you're so confident. I heard you've met Greyson Anson before. God forbid he sees through you."
"He has no reason to doubt me yet." Callum Zhou showed a smile. He admitted that his heart still trembled when he heard Ansen's name.
The waiter opened the door for them to enter the banquet hall, and the atmosphere of high society greeted them. Champagne, red wine and delicious food were all embellishments. The real protagonists were the men and women in gorgeous clothes.
"Let's go." Zhou Cho patted the back of Leila's hand in a gentlemanly manner, and the two of them walked into the venue with smiles unique to celebrities.
"Oh, look, that's the heir of the Yang family! I heard that he experienced an explosion a year ago and has been recuperating in Switzerland. I thought he was disfigured!"
"Disfigured? All I see is a charming young man!"
"Ah, he smiles so beautifully."
Zhou Zhou responded politely to the guests present, raising glasses to say hello from time to time. Even when he met Yang's close business collaborators, his compliments seemed like natural compliments.
Reece's teasing laughter came to my ears: "Hey, chow, I really misjudged you. It turns out you are a born liar."
Not far ahead, stood Greyson Anson. I haven't seen this guy for a year, and he hasn't changed at all. His smile is still so perfect that it's false. Every time his eyebrows are raised, every time he smiles and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are drawn, it's all demeanor. Standing next to him was Eva, and the two of them seemed to be chatting intimately. Callum Zhou bet that those conversations had nothing to do with arms, but just a few gossips about how to make life more luxurious.
"Hello, Mr. Greyson Anson. I am very grateful for your support to Yang." Callum Zhou smiled and extended his hand to Ansen. He admitted that he was feeling a little nervous in his heart, although the depths of his mind told him that at least at this moment Anson had no reason to doubt him.
Anson smiled, with the corners of his lips raised at just the right angle, and reached out to hold Callum Zhou's hand: "Ha, Dean. You have finally returned to China. You are the real diamond of the Yang family."
"Thank you. I will not change my father's consistent philosophy and provide you with the most perfect jewelry." Callum Zhou slowly turned his eyes to Eva aside, stepped forward and gave her a hug, "I really miss you. , Eva who will never grow old, you are even more beautiful today than I remember you. I hope you enjoy today."
"Oh, thank you. I'm really happy to see you again after a year." Eva patted Callum Zhou's back, like an elder comforting a junior.
"Now that Mr. Greyson Anson is with you, I think I have lost my charm in front of you." Zhou Zou was half-joking, but he had a cheerful and open-minded attitude. "There are other ladies and ladies waiting for me. I Excuse me now."
Eva looked sideways at Callum Zhou's back.
"What's wrong? Your eyes are full of nostalgia." Anson half-joked, leaning against Eva.
"He has become mature. A year ago he was like a child." Eva sneered.
"Ah, even then he still doesn't fit your taste."
"Oh, what's my taste?" Eva stretched out her hand to straighten Anson's tie, looking very intimate.
"Well... a mature smile, careful thinking, and lies that make it difficult to guess your thoughts. Only in this way can you explore the secret." Anson put his arms around Eva's waist and played with the slow music in the banquet hall. Swinging.
"Are you talking about yourself? The most narcissistic man in the world."
At this time, more rhythmic music sounded in the venue.
"Ladies and gentlemen, to thank you all for coming, my son and his female companion are here to perform a tango for you." Yang Jin's voice rang out, successfully attracting the attention of the guests present.
Anson also looked very interested, took Eva and walked forward.
In the center of the banquet hall, Zhou Zhou and Leila hugged each other. S3xy ambiguity flowed between them. Along with the music, their limbs fluttered, their dance steps were gorgeous, and indescribable tension brewed. In ordinary performances, although men play a leading role, women's body movements attract more attention, but at this moment, Zhou Zhou grabbed everyone's attention. His movements were elegant, his brows and eyes looked calm and restrained, but there was a hint of affection. When the dance between the two entered a passionate and unrestrained whirlpool, Callum Zhou's movements were as graceful as art, making people have the urge to freeze him in the air. Cross-stepping, kicking, jumping and spinning, they mess up the world. No matter how dazzling they are, Callum Zhou's coolness only adds a touch of abstinent S3xiness.
When the music suddenly stopped, Leila returned to Callum Zhou's arms. A slight smile appeared on the corners of Callum Zhou's lips, and the still time began to flow between his lips again.
Two seconds later, there was continuous applause.
Layla covered Zhou Chi's ear and said teasingly: "Dean, it looks like your appearance was perfect."
"That's because I have a perfect partner." Callum Zhou put Leila's hand on his arm and led her back to the guests.
Anson followed Callum Zhou with his eyes, massaging his chin with his fingers, until he was surrounded by other guests, "He is more charming than I thought, Eva."
"Yes, I regret rejecting his advances a year ago."
The banquet lasted until midnight. Zhou Zhou chatted with too many people and drank a lot of wine. He needed to sober himself up. Walking into the bathroom, holding water to his face, Callum Zhou looked at himself in the mirror and exhaled a long breath.
"In today's situation, you shouldn't drink so much."
Callum Zhou was not impressed by such a gentle voice. He turned sideways and saw a young man in his early thirties, with a smile on his lips, intellectual and elegant.
"Excuse me, are you..."
"William Goodwin. Massive's new CEO." William extended his hand to Callum Zhou, "I'm glad to see you so close, Dean Yang. I temporarily left the venue just now because of business matters, and I lost An opportunity to chat with you."
Callum Zhou suddenly didn't know if he was lucky enough to meet the target person face to face on the first day.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Goodwin." Callum Zhou shook hands with him. After the other party let go of his hand, his fingertips brushed Callum Zhou's fingers, like some kind of test.
"Do you want to know why I said you shouldn't drink so much?" William leaned against the sink and looked at Callum Zhou. He had a pair of gray-blue eyes, soft but deep, which matched Greyson Anson's elegance and publicity. He appears more restrained and casual than before.
"Are you worried that I will be rude to other guests?"
"Of course not." William made an invitation gesture, and the two of them walked side by side in the corridor back to the banquet hall.
"What's that for? I think Mr. Goodwin must have a very good reason."
"Well--" William said in a long voice, holding Callum Zhou's hand as he prepared to push the door open, "I was thinking... we might as well find a quiet place to chat slowly, Better than being surrounded by drunks."
Zhou Zhao paused. He knew that he had successfully attracted William's attention, but he didn't know what William would talk to him next.
The voice of team leader Reece came to his ears: "Follow him. If anything happens, we will send people to support him."
Zhou Tou smiled and said: "This is indeed a good idea, but there is no champagne. I just want to drink tea."
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