Chapter 70 Trapped in the Primeval Forest_1

"Damn it, how could you lose sight of her?" Leng Youchen's heart sank, and without caring about the seven or eight pairs of eyes fixed on him, he sprang up from his wheelchair. The butler, quick and deft, immediately cut off the communications, severing the video connection.

The movement was too swift; the people on the other end did not witness Leng Youchen rising to his feet.

Although these subordinates were Leng Youchen's most trusted lieutenants, the fact that he could stand and walk was still a secret; the fewer who knew, the better.

Leng Youchen strode out of the secret room, his face as somber as the sea. The butler followed, and as they left, the secret room's door closed slowly behind them, perfectly blending with the mahogany bookcase, revealing no trace of its existence.