One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

The boy was so young, yet so ruthless. And he spoke so arrogantly.

"Besides, I don't want to steal their market. I only want the land that the Gu family's number one factory sits on. This is a condition that cannot be compromised." The boy paused and walked to the side. His gaze fell on the steely equipment on the shelves. He said calmly, "Either they close the factory and withdraw from the North African market, or they move the factory elsewhere. There is no third option."

"Yes, I understand…" Everyone bowed their heads in cold sweat.

The boy said, "Check the equipment and parts again. Don't miss anything out."

"Understood."

After the boy left, the senior executives finally heaved a sigh of relief.

…

Security was tight within a few miles of the hotel.

In the room, Gong Fan sat on the sofa with a scroll in his hand. His pale and slender fingers flipped through the pages one by one as his eyes scanned through them. His mind crunched the data like a well-oiled machine.

Lisa brought the black tea to the side and asked cautiously, "Master, when are you resting?"

"Shh…" Gong Fan pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for her to keep silent.

Understanding what he meant, Lisa immediately retreated. She walked to the side and hung his coat in the closet. Suddenly, she heard a cough. She recalled that it was already past eight and it was time to take his medicine. Hence, she picked up the medicine box from the cabinet, sorted out the medicine that he had to take, and placed them on a small tray. She poured a glass of pure water and handed it to him.

"Master, it's time to take your medicine." Gong Fan looked up, a hint of exhaustion on his pale face. His gaze settled on the colorful pills, and his brow furrowed. Lisa immediately took out a box of candied plums from a little bag, opened the lid, shook out a few, and handed them to him.

Only then did Gong Fan put the pills into his mouth. He swallowed them with the help of some pure water and immediately ate a few candied plums.

He was not fond of anything with a hint of bitterness, so he would only take his medicine with candied plums.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest!"

Gong Fan nodded and set the scroll aside before standing up slowly. As he passed the balcony, he looked out of the French window, only to see the spreading flames and smoke in the distance.

The hotel was only a few thousand meters away from the war zone. However, this was the headquarters of the Hurricane Group. Most of the Chinese factories were also located here. Only a bridge separated the zones of peace and war. The war in North Africa had reached its climax. At the same time, the sale of weapons had also increased with the war. This meant that the market in North Africa was the focus of the Hurricane Group.

Gong Fan suddenly pushed open the door and walked onto the balcony. The evening breeze caressed his face and took much of the sleepiness away.

Lisa followed closely behind him. He said in a quiet voice, "Listen, what a beautiful sound." Gong Fan closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of gunfire in the background. His thin lips curled upwards at the corners and his handsome brows raised slightly.

…

Just a few months ago, Gong Shaoying announced that Gong Fan was going to be the person-in-charge of Project Deva Eye. Everyone found this name unfamiliar. Especially Gong Jie. He had no idea who this "successor" was, that had appeared out of nowhere.

Gong Shaoying had covered up Gong Fan's real age.. Moreover, no matter where he went, the boy was strictly protected and confined, isolating him from the world.