Take Me Away novel Chapter 105

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.

"You're absolutely right." The young man nodded in reply.

"How is your boss doing these days?" Mr. Long inquired.

The young man's body stiffened for a moment before he spoke. "I haven't seen him in ages. I don't know anything about his current state."

Mr. Long frowned unhappily. "Ask your boss to meet me soon. He always acts so mysterious. Doesn't he meet anyone else? I don't even know whom I am doing business with. It doesn't seem right to me."

Spencer, who was intently watching this conversation, grew more inquisitive and hoped Mr. Long would question him a little more.

'His boss? Could he be the leader of X?' he wondered.

"Our boss is more concerned about the business. If you go and pick up the shipment yourself, you might meet him. This time, the goods are placed in..." The young man trailed off and wrote something on the table with his finger.

"Damn it!" Spencer cursed in the surveillance room. He was unable to read what was written as a wine bottle was blocking his view.

"Did we miss any important information?" Terence asked. He saw the young man writing a few words on the table, but it was almost impossible to make out what he wrote.

"It's the location for their business transaction." Spencer leaned back on the chair, frustrated.

The people in the room had been chatting for hours, yet had only exchanged vital information for few minutes, since this was the first transaction between them. All Spencer knew was that X was making a huge move.

At half past ten, after they came to an agreement about the location, Mr. Long and the young man walked out of the private room discreetly.

Spencer took out his phone and quickly dialed the number of one of his men on the street outside the bar. "Follow the car with the license plate number 333."

"Yes, Mr. Cheng," came the reply.

"I thought you were going to follow them!" Terence said as soon as he heard Spencer speak on the phone.

"Don't worry. We can't catch him now anyway. If we do, it will only alert their boss, which is no good for us." Spencer stood up and looked at his watch. "It's late. I have to go home."

"You are different after getting married." Terence looked him and chuckled. "You used to have a drink before you went home. Honestly, what were you and Fiona doing before you came here? If I hadn't honked the car horn, would you have made me wait another ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes? Huh! You're underestimating me." Spencer raised his eyebrows. "I would have made you wait at least an hour longer."

"Ha-ha..." Terence laughed.

"Come, let's go." Spencer stood up to leave.

On the dance floor, Celine stumbled as she was drunk. The fast music was replaced by a slow romantic song. She walked up to her seat.

A guy she'd danced with came up to her and said in a persuading voice, "Hey pretty girl, why don't we go somewhere more fun? It's boring here."

"Yes, of course," added another man. "How about you come over to our house?"