A Vengeful Girl novel Chapter 115

Celine was on the dance floor, her head rocking to the music while her long wavy hair bounced in sync with her movements.

A trace of anger appeared on Spencer's face. 'How could she even think of going clubbing before she's recovered?'

Noticing the annoyed expression on Spencer's face, Terence said, "Celine has always been naughty. Should we make her leave?"

Ignoring Terence's question, Spencer said, "Is Mr. Long here yet?"

"He is staying in Room 3."

"Let's go to the surveillance room first." Spencer turned and looked at Terence.

"Get two of your men to look after Celine in case she gets into trouble." Terence nodded.

Spencer tapped Terence's shoulder and said,

"Let's go." The two of them walked up to the surveillance room.

When they looked at the surveillance footage, they noticed two groups of people sitting in Room 3. One was a group of buyers led by Mr. Long, who was wearing a dark robe and holding a rosary in his hand. Behind him were his bodyguards. The other group was from X. The man in the front was a young man who looked tall and strong, with a handsome face. He was wearing on a suit, and on the surface, he looked like a decent guy.

Terence took a closer look at the footage and said, "Mr. Long doesn't look too bad with the rosary in his hand."

Spencer rolled his eyes and leaned in to view the footage as well. He had studied lip movements before,

so he could figure out what the people in Room 3 were talking about even without sound.

"What are they saying?" Terence's curiosity was aroused.

"They're just chatting." Spencer frowned as he watched the screen on which a few people were drinking and talking.

"Are we safe?" the young man from X asked.

Mr. Long smiled. "Our business isn't safe. It doesn't matter where we go, we are always at risk."

The young man nodded. "You're right, Mr. Long. It's my mistake."

"What's the state of our goods?" Mr. Long asked after a while.

"They are most certainly the best ores in T Country. White jades have done remarkably well in both the local and international markets. A hefty sum of tariff would be paid for white jades of superior quality like ours. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked your life to procure our goods, would you, Mr. Long?" the young man said.

Spencer's face darkened as he thought to himself, 'Selling smuggled ores would fetch them a huge amount of profits. No wonder they're so fervent.'

"This is my first business transaction with you, so don't mind my long list of doubts. If I'm careful with this first deal, then we can easily cooperate for all our future ones," Mr. Long said.