Chapter 276: Chapter 276

"Could it be poisoning?" Cheng Tianxue asked anxiously.

"Don’t panic just yet, let me check carefully," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He placed his palm on the inner side of her thigh, circulating his True Qi to enter inside her thigh.

"Strange! Logically speaking, after using it for a week, she should have been poisoned by now! How could there be nothing wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao thought to himself, puzzled.

"How is it?" Cheng Tianxue asked.

"It’s quite serious!" Zhang Xiaohao said, keeping a straight face.

"Ah! Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and treat it!" Cheng Tianxue urged.

"Okay," Zhang Xiaohao nodded gravely.

But inside, he was snickering. He bent down and, amidst Cheng Tianxue’s tension, planted a kiss.

"Ah! That’s so ticklish! Don’t suck on it!" Cheng Tianxue said.

Actions spoke louder than words.

Zhang Xiaohao kept sucking vigorously.

"Is it better now?" Cheng Tianxue asked.

"Almost, just bear with it a little longer," Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"Isn’t it better yet?" Cheng Tianxue asked.

"It’s about to get better!"

Fifteen minutes later.

"You bastard! Do you think I’m all brawn and no brains? You’re playing with me, aren’t you?" Cheng Tianxue said furiously.

"It’s done," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmph!" Cheng Tianxue huffed coldly.

"There is something I need to remind you of, your beautiful secretary seems to have some issues," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"I am aware of it," Cheng Tianxue replied.

"Well, I’ve got something else to do, I might not come home tonight. If there’s an emergency, call me," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Take care of yourself!" Cheng Tianxue instructed.

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled, and walked out of the conference room towards the public relations department.

After Zhang Xiaohao left.

Cheng Tianxue called her female secretary, slapped her twice fiercely, and kicked her to the ground.

Then she summoned Qu Shenyue, instructing them to take him away and hand him over to the police.

Next, she called Su Ruobai, and the two discussed the company’s future development in the office.

Back at the public relations department.

Zhang Xiaohao summoned Lin Xiaowen and Wu Qiaoqiao.

"The bonus for selling ’Paris Spring’ has been deposited into our public relations department’s account," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Yay! Thank you, Mr. Zhang," the two women cheered.

"It’s a total of one million in bonuses; for the clerks in the public relations department, ten thousand each, and the rest of the several hundred thousand is to be split between the two of you," Zhang Xiaohao explained.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" the two women said excitedly.

After speaking, the two women seemed to remember something.

"Mr. Zhang, what about you?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang! What about your bonus?"

"Why so many questions? If you don’t want it, I can take it back!" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.

"Mr. Zhang, we want it!" the two women said hastily.

"I need to go out for a couple of days, and during my absence, I’ll leave the affairs of the public relations department to the two of you. If there’s anything you can’t sort out, let me know immediately!" Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Understood, Mr. Zhang!"

"Alright, you can go now," Zhang Xiaohao said, waving them away.

"Mr. Zhang, are you free tonight? I would like to invite you to dinner."

"Mr. Zhang, could you accompany me to a movie this evening?"

Both women spoke at the same time.

Zhang Xiaohao looked at them doubtfully, stretched out both hands, and grabbed their chests in irritation.

"I understand your intentions. Now leave!" said Zhang Xiaohao.

"Yes," although reluctant, the two women left together.

After they left, Zhang Xiaohao took out the mobile phone that Cheng Tianxue had given him.

He scrolled to a number and dialed it.

"This is Divine Doctor Mo. Who may this be?" The call connected, and a haughty voice came from Mo Shenggu.

"This is Zhang Xiaohao," he said.

"Ah! Master, hello! What instructions do you have for your humble servant?" Divine Doctor Mo asked ingratiatingly.

"No instructions, but I have a small task for you," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

"Master, please tell me. No matter the task, even if it’s to climb a mountain of swords or descend into a pot of oil, I will not even frown," Divine Doctor Mo promised, thumping his chest.

"There’s no rush about the task. Haven’t you always wanted to become my disciple? If you can complete this task I’m assigning to you, then I will formally accept you as a registered disciple!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Ah! Master, are you serious? You’re not deceiving me?" asked Divine Doctor Mo excitedly.

"Would someone like me, a man of high repute, deceive others?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.

"Master, just tell me what you need me to do," Divine Doctor Mo implored urgently.

"Starting now, I want you to work at Bai Xue Cosmetics Company as the company’s Chief Research and Development Master," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

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"Yes," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

"Master, rest assured, I’ll take my disciples and head there immediately!" said Divine Doctor Mo.

"There’s one more thing. I will send you a new cosmetics formula later; manufacture it according to the formula," Zhang Xiaohao added after a moment’s thought.

"Thank you, Master!" Divine Doctor Mo said excitedly.

Zhang Xiaohao massaged his temples and sat in his office deep in thought.

An hour went by in a flash.

Picking up his phone, he composed a new cosmetics formula and sent it.

Then, he stood up and walked outside.

In an office upstairs.

A mysterious person took out their mobile phone, dialed a number, and reported today’s happenings in the company respectfully.

A luxurious villa, decorated like a small imperial palace.

A middle-aged butler walked in from outside.

"Young Master, that man named Huo has been exposed. He has already committed suicide by jumping off a building. The body was intercepted by a mysterious person, and the timeline for [Hope’s Light] has been reportedly delayed indefinitely," the butler reported respectfully.

"Hmm," the young man nodded calmly.

"Young Master, aren’t you the least bit surprised?" the butler asked courageously.

"This morning when I woke up, my eyelid kept twitching, signaling that unlucky events were bound to happen today. Moreover, with Zhang Xiaohao’s return to the company, given his medical expertise, if he saw this cosmetic product, he would certainly detect the issue with it," the young man said placidly.

"Young Master, that being the case, won’t our prepared follow-up plan be rendered useless?" the butler inquired.

"You don’t understand! If I’m not wrong, Bai Xue Company is already in a financial crisis. Even with the sales of Parisspring cosmetics, it can’t fill the gap! The moment Cheng Tianxue starts canvassing for funds, that will be our chance," the young man spoke with full confidence.

If he knew that Zhang Xiaohao had given Cheng Tianxue five hundred million US dollars to squander!

The expression on his face would certainly be priceless.

"I understand, Young Master," the butler said.

"Give the order to inform our contacts in America that they may pass the message on to John Sharo’s motherland, telling them we’ve discovered the murderer of his son. Above all, do not expose ourselves," the young man said with a flash of cold light in his eyes.

"As you wish, Young Master!" the butler bowed respectfully.

Then he turned and left.