My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

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The faces of the people in the room turned pale upon hearing the news. Some of them even went limp and fell to the ground.

“Even the military is here?! Were doomed! The leaders must have run out of patience and theyve come to finish the job!” One of them reacted immediately and yelled.

“This damned old man! Running off all on his own, leaving us to suffer the consequences?!”

These people were obviously unaware that An Xin had almost been taken away by people from the National Defense Ministry right before coming back for this meeting. They were delusional in their thoughts that everything would be fine so long as An Xin was willing to give up her part of the shares.

Fear surged like wildfire in the room as they started to speculate what was to become of them. As they chattered about, the outer gates of the building were opened. Two lines of sturdy-looking soldiers barged in, fully equipped with weapons and arms. They stood by two sides of the room. It looked like a military officer was about to walk in.

The enormous courtyard was suddenly filled by the cold aura of metal guns and weapons. Even the servants shunned away from the scene, afraid of being accidentally caught up in the mess.

The looks on Yang Chens face were changing back and forth. The Jiangnan military? he thought. He could roughly guess who might have come. Although he did not voice it out, he was still pretty frustrated at the way thongs had played out.

An Xin had spoken to Guo Xuehua before, and she also knew Yang Chens background pretty well. Thus, when she saw that Yang Chen was suddenly acting rather unnaturally, she immediately realized what was going on. She stood worriedly next to Yang Chen. At the same time, she was in a dilemma. If that person were to really walk in right now, how would she react to the situation in a way that both are polite and acceptable to Yang Chen?

Within a few seconds, a tall man in green military uniform walked firmly up to the entrance with two people beside him.

Yang Pojun wore a straight face, perfectly hiding all his emotions. It was as if a gloomy cloud was hanging over his face, hiding his feelings from outsiders.

Yang Chen was also standing by the entrance when this happened. When Yang Pojun lifted his head slightly, their glances met. Neither one of them spoke, yet the depths of their glances revealed a black bottomless pit of hatred.