Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 658 - 668: A Woman’s Intuition (2)

Zhuo Lin quietly glanced at Qiao Mo, then stammered, "The CEO is busy and not in the company.""Not in the company?"

Qiao Mo was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent, observing Zhuo Lin’s reaction.

Seeing her silence, Zhuo Lin immediately changed the subject, "Miss Qiao, let me get you some fruit, please wait a moment."

"Wait." Qiao Mo called him back.

Zhuo Lin’s heart tightened, he turned around with a smile once more, "Miss Qiao."

"Do you really not know where he went?"

"Oh, Miss Qiao, with my status, how would I dare to ask about the CEO’s matters? Even if you gave me the courage, I wouldn’t dare."

Qiao Mo didn’t say anything, but she had already guessed that Zhuo Lin might not really be ignorant, just unwilling to tell her.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Zhuo Lin wished he could slap himself, and immediately added, "By the way, Miss Qiao, the wedding dress and suit for the wedding have arrived. The CEO originally asked me to send them to Nanshan Villa, but they haven’t been sent yet. Do you want to see if they fit first?"

"Hmm, okay." Qiao Mo forced a smile.

Zhuo Lin sighed lightly and turned to leave.

But as soon as he left, Qiao Mo couldn’t smile anymore.

She took out her phone intending to call Fu Nancheng, but as she looked at the familiar number, for some reason, she suddenly lost the courage to dial it.

Could it be Qiao Yun’s surgery today?

Or... has he gone to visit her again...

Qiao Mo stared at the number for a long time, her fingertip gently hovered over his name, and she dialed.

In the next instant, she abruptly hung up before even the slightest sound could come through the receiver.

Feeling somewhat irritated, she threw the phone aside and sat silently in his office.

Soon after, Zhuo Lin returned with several assistants bringing the wedding dress.

"Miss Qiao, would you like to try it on?" Zhuo Lin asked gently.

Qiao Mo shook her head, yet her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the white dress in front of her.

According to him, the wedding dress was designed by the renowned bridal designer Hilton Coco, adorned with tens of thousands of pearls and diamonds, all hand-sewn.

The lace and embroidery were also crafted stitch by stitch, taking thousands of hours to complete, embodying the designer’s countless efforts.

The dress featured a small high-neck fitted design, and based on her years of experience, the size was just right.

The sleeves were made of a layer of thin gauze, entirely embroidered with jasmine patterns, giving a faintly visible effect against the skin.

The train at the back wasn’t very long, with a slight mermaid design, trailing about half a meter, elegant and simple yet exceptionally luxurious.

Besides, the dress was paired with a white veil, the front end adorned with pearls, each one round and glossy, indescribably beautiful.

Because the wedding dress was so stunning, enough to make any woman’s heart flutter, Qiao Mo was equally drawn to it, though only for a moment.

Her thoughts remained more on Fu Nancheng.

She glanced at Zhuo Lin, wanting to speak several times, but swallowed her words.

Until her gaze fell on another blue dress, Qiao Mo ultimately couldn’t hold back anymore.

She wasn’t as generous as she thought, nor as indifferent as she pretended to be.

She admitted to being sensitive, suspicious, and uneasy.

Perhaps it was because of Qiao Yun’s presence, or because her relationship with Fu Nancheng was a mistake from the start, that she felt this way.