Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1365

"Sir, where are we going?" the taxi driver asked politely after he had rolled down the window.

Cain boarded the taxi and stared at the driver through the rear-view mirror. "Dukes Hotel."

"Understood," the driver replied and started the car into the bustle of the city.

Cain stared through the car window at the moment until his eyelids started to feel a bit heavy. Why not take a small rest? There was a distance from the military district to Dukes Hotel so he decided to make use of it to organize his thoughts.

"Dad! Dad! Please let my dad go! He is not a bad person! Please let him go!"

"According to sub article 2, Article 567 of the Criminal Law, your father is deprived of lifelong political rights. Death penalty shall be imposed and the execution will happen ten days later!"

"No! Please! Have mercy on him!"

Suddenly, Cain opened his eyes in a flash, gasping for air. His face was filled with cold sweat, and he squinted his eyes at the flashing lights outside the car. His handsome face was in an uneasy haze.

The driver seemed not to notice anything and was focused on driving. However, a car accident blocked the road which was one crossing away from Dukes Hotel.

"This looks serious." The driver stretched his neck to figure it out and turned his head to asked, "Sir, there's only one crossing left to Dukes Hotel. Shall I stop here or bypass another way?"

"It's fine. I'll get down here," Cain answered, pulled out his wallet, and picked a bill randomly to give to the driver. "Keep the change." He got out of the car, leaving the driver speechless. The cab fare on the meter was less than the half of the bill's amount.

Cain walked around the noisy streets with his hands in his pockets. Flashing lights, car honking, siren sounds, cries, and screams. Just exactly what happened to him twenty years ago. Nonetheless, the only difference was that the leading characters were him and his mother back then.

Pausing for a moment, Cain looked at the scene of the accident. Crowds of people surrounded the troublemaker. Cain's sight fell upon the E-bike that was crushed and hurt. It reminded him of his bicycle many years ago.

The brand new bicycle was turned into a heart-breaking grievance which was rooted deep in his heart forever and remained untouchable.

The firefighters' voices stood out despite the city noises. The sound of the chainsaw released a ear-piercing sound, causing some people to shout. Ambulance had brought the wounded up and the pool of blood on the pavement looked like some magma from hell.

He turned away. Even though he was far from the spot, he could see that both parties were seriously injured. They might probably die. A child was left there, crying for his mom.

Cain had finally arrived at the hotel. He slightly frowned when he saw the general manager who circled around the lobby.

"Manager, the vice president has arrived," an employee gently reminded Yale Zhao.

Yale Zhao was a sophisticated man in his forties. He wore glasses, had a balding head, and a beer belly. He was so fat that he looked like he was about to burst out of his uniform anytime. He recognized Cain immediately so he quickly bowed. "Good evening, Mr. Nan. I've been waiting for you. Your room is already prepared and if you wish, I can lead you to..."

"Yale, go check the troublemaker and the victim at the nearby intersection." Cain's indifferent voice cut him off and he turned towards the employee. "Show me the way to my room."

Giving Yale Zhao a nervous look, the employee had no choice but to nod and hurried up to lead Cain to his room. Yale Zhao was left puzzled and sighed to himself. He watched Cain's retreating figure and tried to understand why Cain made such a request.

"What does the car accident have to do with us?" Yale Zhao muttered to himself. Then he told the hall manager, "Hey, I need you to go and investigate both the troublemaker and the victim of the car accident. I need your report before midnight." He sneered right after he gave out his orders.

The hall manager was present and silently grumbled, "Mr. Nan asked you to do it, not me..." "Yes?

What are you talking about?" Upon hearing his complaint, Yale Zhao stopped in his tracks.

"Ah, nothing. I didn't say anything." The hall manager flashed a cheesy fake smile. When Yale Zhao was finally out of sight, the hall manager couldn't help but curse him and then stepped out of the hotel to probe into the accident.

Cain felt relaxed as he walked out of the shower. He walked inside his room with only a towel around his torso, showing off his well-chiseled upper body. He grabbed his phone and checked what time it was and made a call.

"Are you done with your business in the campus?" the person at the other side of the phone answered calmly in fluent English.