My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

After settling in with Lin Ruoxi, they had a group of underlings busy preparing for the upcoming Fashion Week. Gu Demann, who just entered the room, casually threw his white suit onto the bed. After that, he sat down on a soft leather sofa as if his bones were broken.    

Beside the leather sofa, there was an exquisite low table made of solid wood. A lamp illuminated half of the room, and the spotless white lampshade was placed over it.    

Gu Demann closed his eyes to rest for less than a minute, then opened his eyes again. Under the yellow light, the man turned his head towards the short table with an expressionless face.    

On the table, there was already a folder with no stickers.    

Gu Demann picked up the folder, opened the cover again and took out a few copies.    

Gu Demann took out one of them and held it tightly in his hands. His gaze turned gloomy as he read the contents on it …    

This document was impressively a copy of the 'marriage certificate', and the photo of the owner of this certificate could also be seen clearly from the copy …    

The woman was calm without a hint of a smile. The man grinned and had a funny feeling of nervousness — it was the photo of Lin Ruoxi and Yang Chen when they were getting their certificates!    

"Lin Ruoxi, are you treating me, Gu Demann, as an idiot? Do you think that just because you don't say anything, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with that bumpkin? Hmph, haha, haha, so what if you can kill people, do you look down on me and humiliate me? Who do you think you are? "Lawyer, hehe, of course I'll scream, but tomorrow morning, you won't be able to see that mutton skewer seller …"    

Gu Demann's expression was a little twisted as his mouth twitched. His hands were trembling slightly as he held the paper. After he said that to himself, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.    

"Mr. Gu Demann, it's time to get off work." On the other end of the phone, a man joked.    

"Lawyer Chamorl, I have a friend. He went to the police station about ten minutes ago, I need you to do something for me." Gu Demann narrowed his eyes and said coldly.    

"I knew it wasn't a good thing, but since the employer wanted it, I could only go to the police station. What's the name of Mr. Gu Demann's friend and what did he do?"    

"His name is Yang Chen, he's a Chinese and is guilty of murder," Gu Demann said.    

Lawyer Charles was silent for a moment, then he smiled in embarrassment. "What an unfortunate fellow. But rest assured, this problem will not trouble the Paris Elites. I, Charles."    

"I think you misunderstood me," Gu Demann sneered, "I didn't tell you to bail him out."    

On the other end of the line, he said, "Uh-huh." Obviously, he didn't understand what that meant.    

"What I want to ask of you is not to save him, but — to help him commit the crime!" Gu Demann's eyes were full of coldness. He smiled and said, "I believe that for Lawyer Chamorl, it shouldn't be difficult for a Chinese with no background to commit murder in Paris, right? After all, he was indeed arrested by the police …"    

It took a long time for Charles to answer. " "Ah, Mr. Gu Demann, you really are a special customer, but I like it. Okay, I understand your request."    

"Remember, this matter has nothing to do with me if you leave no traces behind." Gu Demann added.    

On the other end of the line, Charles laughed. He said, "Of course, I didn't get any phone calls. I'm going to get justice!"    

At the same time, in the Paris Police Department's underground interrogation room, Yang Chen was staring at the picture in front of him with a helpless smile.    

The photo Fudesa showed was surprisingly the "Golden Sun Totem" that Yang Chen had seen before. It was taken from the bodies of the dead men in black.    

Yang Chen touched his forehead. He had roughly figured out what was going on.    

According to his original plan, if the police had investigated this kidnapping case, they would not have found him in such a short amount of time. However, if this case was being investigated by the 7th Bureau of Security from the very beginning, then even if he used the satellite phone to call the police, he could still be traced. After all, technology wasn't on the same level.    

Yang Chen didn't try to hide anything, he nodded and said, "As you know, I'm the one who called the police."    

Fudesa's eyes were somewhat gloomy as he asked, "Then, those dead kidnappers are also related to Mr. Yang."    

"That's right, I killed them all." Yang Chen said honestly.    

The interrogation went so smoothly, making Fudesa feel that the situation wasn't as simple as it seemed. Due to the lack of time, the background information of this Chinese man wasn't accurate even though he found some unusual places.    

Fudesa's finger knocked on the table a few times and he pondered for a moment before saying, "The kidnapper who died in the warehouse was originally a member of a terrorist organization called 'Hell's Three Hounds of Hell'. Everyone was a fighter baptized by gunfire. Before each of them died, they were unable to effectively fire a single shot. Instead, they were shot through the forehead, temples, and other vital areas. Furthermore, it was while they were wearing their helmets. Judging from the situation at the scene, it should have been done in the dim light. Mr. Yang, if what you said is the truth, then I have to say …    

You really are a dangerous person. "    

Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe, but what I did should be considered as legitimate self-defense, and legally reasonable. I don't think you, Deputy Chief, could casually lock me up in a cell or execute me on the spot."    

Fudesa coldly snorted and said, "Self-defense is a power granted to ordinary citizens. In my opinion, Mr. Yang is not an ordinary citizen. I can definitely suspect that a dangerous character like you is also a member of a terrorist organization, and you are even more terrifying than the Three Hounds of Hell of hell. "    

Yang Chen sighed. He originally wanted to go back to the hotel to sleep after talking, but now things seemed to be much more troublesome.    

"What does the deputy director want to do?" Yang Chen laughed, "You also said that it was all just a suspicion. "Even if I was detained, there would be a time limit. When my lawyer arrives, I won't be able to keep this unverified item here. I advise the Deputy Chief to let me go. I saved quite a few distinguished guests. This should count as a help.    

Just when Fudesa was about to say something, Fatty Bordon, who was standing silently on the side, received a phone call.    

Bordon gave Fudesa an apologetic look and picked up the phone. Zheng asked, "What is it? Didn't I tell you that I'm trying an important suspect?"    

"It's like this, Chief Bordon. Lawyer Charles from Gordon's office called. He has important information to give us to the police, it's about that Chinese suspect." The police officer reported.    

Bordon hung up the phone and immediately relayed the situation to Fudesa.    

Fudesa sighed heavily. He looked at Yang Chen with a complicated look, "I didn't expect that Mr. Yang's lawyer would come faster than I thought. Since that's the case, let's go out."    

Of course Yang Chen didn't have any objections, he also didn't expect that a lawyer would come so quickly. However, the next moment, Yang Chen revealed a trace of doubt, turned around and looked at the alloy door behind him.    

"Sssii ~ ~"    

At this moment, the alloy door suddenly opened and a few anxious figures rushed into the interrogation room!