Lost?!!!
*Pfft—*
Qin Yunxi almost spat out three liters of blood upon hearing such an irresponsible statement. Damn it, did his multi-billion dollar contracts only buy him the words "I don't know, lost them"?
Did they believe he would march over to Cristino right now and force him to tear up the contract on the spot?
"Cristino!"
"This is a matter of life and death, don't joke around!"
Master Qin's veins bulged with rage.
Cristino, however, lounged with his legs crossed, sipping tea, exuding an air of leisure. "What's the rush? Those people mean no harm to Grace."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you once I've found their whereabouts."
With that, Cristino hung up the phone, disregarding Qin Yunxi's urge to curse.
Du Ruoxin, sitting beside him, couldn't help but speak up after hearing her brother's cold and cunning words, "Brother, since you know Grace went to China, why didn't you tell Brother Qin?"
Trevor had just reported this matter, and she had overheard it.
Cristino raised an eyebrow. "Let him fret a little. Otherwise, he'll think I earned his billions too easily and won't be happy."
Du Ruoxin: "—"
What was that supposed to mean? She couldn't quite understand.
"Billions?" Du Ruoxin was about to ask, but Cristino didn't give her the chance to probe further, changing the subject. "You came to see me, weren't you supposed to accompany me to see a psychologist?"
Du Ruoxin: "...Ah?"
Oh, right. Because he wasn't in America, their weekly psychological consultation had been moved online.
However, the therapy had been going on for almost half a year with no apparent effect.
Du Ruoxin couldn't help but wonder—was it still necessary to continue seeing a psychologist?
Cristino clearly saw the woman's doubt. Leaning back with his hands behind his head, he said lazily, "Not going anymore?"
Du Ruoxin was lost in thought for a moment. "Yes, I am!"
Why wouldn't she?
Although she always felt that her brother hadn't changed much, she also felt that he had.
At least compared to a little over a year ago, when they had just reunited, he was much better.
The current Cristino could speak to her properly, no longer make unwanted advances, and maintain a distance of two to three steps.
This was perhaps a sign of gradual improvement.
Du Ruoxin took out her iPad and connected to a video call with the psychologist, Cohenberg.
"Hello."
They greeted each other, following the usual routine—music, aromatherapy, and lighting.
Du Ruoxin prepared everything and was about to give the space to her brother and Cohenberg, but Cohenberg called out, "Ruoxin, stay."
Du Ruoxin: "Hm?"
Cohenberg: "Mr. Rothschild mentioned that you'll be returning next week?"
Du Ruoxin: "Yes, it's my daughter's birthday, and my work here is almost done."
Cohenberg: "I've thought of a new theme—travel."
Du Ruoxin: "Ah?" What travel? Why was she so confused?
Cohenberg smiled. "Have you and Mr. Rothschild had any travel experiences?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head.
Cohenberg: "Go out, see the world, relax your mind. When you return, come and chat with me."
Du Ruoxin: "Oh."
Why travel? Why the sudden mention of going on a trip?
But she couldn't get any answers, and Cohenberg ended the signal.
Cristino seemed very excited. He stood up, his blue eyes gazing at her affectionately. "Xin'er, come with me to watch the sunrise. It's been a long time since we traveled."
He had once said that he wanted to walk through every corner of the world with her.
Du Ruoxin instinctively wanted to refuse.
She had a vague premonition... were her brother and Cohenberg colluding?