From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 430 Crisis Emerges: Provocation from the Secret Peeper

Chapter 430 Crisis Emerges: Provocation from the Secret Peeper

A slight noise came from downstairs, like a feather brushing against the tip of my heart, instantly breaking my already tense nerves.

Mo Han suddenly stood up and grabbed the pistol on the bedside table, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Wen Nuan also sat up, her heart pounding. She held Mo Han's arm tightly, her eyes full of worry.

"Be careful!" Wen Nuan whispered.

Mo Han patted the back of her hand gently, signaling her to be at ease, then tiptoed to the door and listened attentively to the movements downstairs.

It was quiet downstairs, as if the noise just now was just an illusion.

Mo Han took a deep breath, opened the door, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Wen Nuan followed closely behind him, not daring to make a sound.

Coming downstairs, Mo Han turned on the light in the living room. The bright light instantly dispelled the darkness and made the scene in front of him clearly visible.

The living room was a mess. The neatly arranged furniture was pushed to the floor and some document fragments were scattered on the carpet.

Mo Han walked quickly to the desk and found that the drawer had been pried open, with important documents scattered all over the floor, and some of the documents seemed to have been read.

He picked up a document and looked at it carefully, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Someone has come in before," Mo Han's voice was low and cold, "and their purpose was clear."

Wen Nuan also noticed something unusual. She walked to a knocked-over flower stand and found a tiny scratch on the floor under the stand, like a mark left by some tool.

"It seems they came well prepared," Wen Nuan's tone became serious, "and very professional."

Mo Han sorted out the scattered documents, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark night outside, a cold gleam in his eyes.

"I won't let them go," he said firmly, "Anyone who dares to touch my people will pay the price."

The next morning, Mo Han contacted the family's private detective team. A group of well-trained professionals quickly rushed to the villa and began to investigate the scene.

Fingerprint collection, trace analysis, surveillance video retrieval...

The detectives conducted their investigation meticulously, trying not to miss any clues.

Wen Nuan looked at the busy detectives and felt a little relieved.

With Mo Han and his family's influence, she believed that she would be able to find out who was behind this.

"I think..." Wen Nuan started to speak but was interrupted by Mo Han.

"I know what you want to say," Mo Han looked at her, his eyes full of tenderness, "but this is too dangerous, you can't get involved."

"But..." Wen Nuan bit her lip, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, "I can't always hide behind you. I also want to do something for this family and for us." She thought of her former helplessness and weakness. Now she is no longer the abandoned girl at the mercy of others. She wants to fight side by side with Mo Han.

Mo Han frowned. He understood Wen Nuan's feelings, but because of this, he was even more worried about her safety.

Those enemies hiding in the dark are ruthless, and he will never allow Wen Nuan to be harmed in the slightest.

"Wen Nuan, be obedient," Mo Han's tone carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. "I know you're brave, but some things can't be solved simply by being brave. Trust me, I will handle everything and protect you and our home."

Wen Nuan looked at Mo Han's determined eyes, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She knew that Mo Han loved her and was doing it for her own good.

However, she really didn't want to be a flower in a greenhouse anymore. She longed to grow, to be strong, and to face the wind and rain with Mo Han.

"Mo Han," Wen Nuan held Mo Han's hand, her eyes firm. "I know you're doing this for my own good, but I don't want to be someone who needs to be protected anymore. I want to face this together with you, and bear it together, okay?"

Mo Han looked at the warm and determined eyes, and a soft spot in her heart was touched.

He gently stroked the warm hair, sighed, and finally compromised.

"Okay, I promise you. But you have to promise me that safety is the most important thing. Don't try to be tough, understand?"

A bright smile spread across Wen Nuan's face. She hugged Mo Han tightly and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Mo Han. I love you."

Mo Han also hugged Wen Nuan tightly, feeling her body temperature, his heart filled with love and responsibility.

He will protect her, guard her, and make her happy forever.

The investigation continued, and detectives carefully examined every corner of the villa, leaving no clues.

Suddenly, a detective found a tiny bug in the corner of the study...

He took off the bug and said to Mo Han with a serious face, "Mr. Mo, you'd better take a look at this..."

Mo Han took the bug, his face terribly gloomy.

This shows that their lives have been monitored for a long time without them knowing it.

"It seems we underestimated our opponents," Mo Han's voice was icy cold, without a trace of warmth. "They are more cunning and more dangerous than we imagined."

The private detectives were very efficient and quickly identified several suspicious persons.

One of them was an employee of a small company that had previously competed with the Mo family's enterprise, named Li Qiang.

This is an important clue, which may help us find the mastermind behind the incident.

Wen Nuan and Mo Han decided to meet Li Qiang in person.

They came to the shabby apartment where Li Qiang lived. The simple room was filled with a musty smell.

When Li Qiang saw Mo Han, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and pretended to be innocent.

"Mr. Mo, what do you want to talk to me about?" Li Qiang asked calmly.

"We want to know who instructed you to break into my house and install a bug?" Mo Han said straight to the point in a sharp tone.

Li Qiang's face changed, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "I... I don't know what you are talking about..."

"Li Qiang," Wen Nuan stepped forward, her tone calm but with a hint of intimidation, "We have enough evidence. You'd better confess and you will be lenient. Otherwise..."

Wen Nuan didn't continue, but the threat in her words was obvious.

Li Qiang's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He said in a trembling voice, "Yes...someone gave me some money and asked me to go to your house to check on the situation..."

"Who is it?" Mo Han asked.

"I... I don't know," Li Qiang's eyes were evasive. "They only contacted me by phone. I've never met them..."

"What's the phone number?"

Li Qiang trembled as he read out a number. Mo Han immediately sent someone to investigate the source of the number.

"What else did they ask you to do?" Wen Nuan asked.

"Just... just to take a look at your family's situation and take some photos..." Li Qiang's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Where are the photos?"

Li Qiang took out an envelope from under the bed and handed it to Mo Han.

Mo Han opened the envelope, which contained some photos of their daily life.

The angle of the photo is very tricky, obviously it was taken secretly.

"What else?" Mo Han's tone was cold, as if he was a Shura from hell.

Li Qiang was so scared that he was shaking all over, "It's gone... It's gone, it's really gone..." He slumped to the ground with empty eyes, like a body without a soul.

Mo Han looked at the photo in his hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He handed the photo to Wen Nuan, then walked up to Li Qiang, looked down at him, and said in a low and dangerous tone: "Li Qiang, you'd better pray that we can catch the mastermind behind this, otherwise..." Mo Han didn't finish his words, but the murderous intent in his eyes had already made Li Qiang feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

Wen Nuan looked at Mo Han, feeling both worried and distressed.

She knew that Mo Han was really angry this time.

Mo Han did not break his promise.

On that day, the small company where Li Qiang worked received comprehensive "care" from the Mo Group.

Various surprise inspections, contract disputes, fund freezes...

A series of drastic measures paralyzed this small company, which was already poorly managed, in an instant.

The company boss was terrified and immediately contacted Mo Han, expressing his willingness to cooperate fully and only asking the Mo Group to show mercy.

Under Mo Han's strong pressure, the boss revealed some information tremblingly.

It is said that the person who instructed Li Qiang is a mysterious middle-aged man with a tall stature and a deep voice. He always wears a hat and sunglasses, and his true face cannot be seen.

He was generous but cautious in his actions, and each time he contacted Li Qiang through different channels, making it difficult to trace his true identity.

"A middle-aged man... tall... with a deep voice..." Wen Nuan chewed over these vague descriptions over and over again. She always felt that she had heard similar descriptions somewhere, but she couldn't grasp the key points.

An inexplicable uneasiness spread in her heart, as if she had missed something important.

Mo Han looked at Wen Nuan who was lost in thought, gently held her hand, and gave her silent comfort.

"Don't worry, we will find out." His tone was firm and powerful, as if it could dispel all the haze.

However, things are not as simple as imagined.

Despite the clues provided by the small company owner, this mysterious middle-aged man is still hidden in the fog like a ghost.

He seemed to know everything about Mo Han and Wen Nuan, and he could always predict their actions in advance and cleverly avoid their pursuit.

"This person has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities and is very familiar with our operations." Mo Han looked at the latest investigation report with a frown. "This means that he may have spies in our ranks."

My warm heart suddenly sank.

Inner eyeliner?

The thought made her shudder.

If there really is a traitor, then their situation will be even more dangerous.

Just then, Mo Han's cell phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and his expression changed slightly.

"It's Grandpa calling."

Mo Han answered the phone, only to hear Old Man Mo's deep and serious voice on the other end: "Mo Han, I just received news that someone is secretly investigating your background..."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped, leaving only a busy tone.

Mo Han held the phone, his face terribly gloomy.

Investigate his background?

What does this have to do with that mysterious middle-aged man?

Wen Nuan noticed something was wrong with Mo Han and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Han took a deep breath, put his phone in his pocket, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the trouble we are in is bigger than we thought..." He held the warm hand tightly and said firmly, "No matter who it is, I will not let him hurt you."

Just then, there was a knock on the study door. "Come in," Mo Han said in a deep voice.

The butler pushed the door open and handed Mo Han an envelope with a serious expression.

"Sir, this was just delivered."

Mo Han took the envelope, opened it and saw a photo inside.

In the photo, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before my eyes...

Wen Nuan recognized the person in the photo at a glance, and her face turned pale instantly.

"This...how is this possible..."

Mo Han's expression also turned extremely ugly. The person in the photo was...