Mr.CEO's Adorable Wife Turns the Tables

Inside the Mo Group, the CEO's private elevator stopped on the sixty-sixth floor with a "ding" of the bell, and a man stepped out.

"Mr. Mo, the general manager of Fuyuan Technology called this morning, saying he wants to meet you. I have arranged it for Friday afternoon at three o'clock." As Mo Siluo stepped out of the private elevator, his executive secretary, Shen Nian'an, met him, reporting on work.

Mo Siluo, with an expressionless face, made his way to his office, his steps leisurely.

"Also, the tender information for the Phoenix Mountain Entertainment City project has been released for half a month now, with about twenty public companies having submitted bids. After screening, I have categorized them, and I have put the bidding documents on your office desk," Secretary Shen continued.

"...Mr. Mo's birthday is coming up soon, will the arrangements be the same as in previous years?" Shen Nian'an hurried to keep pace with the man, opening the office door for him before he could reach it.

Finally showing a trace of change in his expression, Mo Siluo took off his coat and handed it to the secretary beside him as he headed towards his desk, his voice low, "Handle it as you see fit."

"Yes." Secretary Shen was about to leave when the man instructed, "Bring in a cup of coffee."

The headquarters of the Mo Group was located in the most economically prosperous area of City A, also ranking as the second tallest building in the city, with a total of ninety-eight floors and costing over five billion RMB. Below the sixtieth floor were the office layers of various departments and rest areas for some senior managers, while above the sixtieth floor was the activity area for the general manager, chairman, and group directors.

Mo Siluo's office was on the sixty-sixth floor, a very open space. Because he liked quiet, the conference room and CEO's office were on different floors, and only he and Secretary Shen were on this floor. To be exact, there were also two assistants, and his personal assistant was in an adjacent office. When Mo Siluo was away, it was often said that he delegated much authority to this personal assistant. Externally, there was talk that the relationship between the two was 'uncommon'.

The eighty-eighth floor was Mo Siluo's private area, rumored to be as luxurious as a lavish small villa, with all kinds of facilities available. But this was only hearsay, as he was a stickler for cleanliness, and aside from himself, it seemed no one had ever laid eyes on it.

No sooner had Secretary Shen left than a voluptuous woman made her way directly to the man's office table.

"I'm busy, suit yourself," said Mo Siluo, glancing at the visitor before continuing to work with his head down.

"What about that Miss Yao you mentioned last time? There's been no word," the woman asked curiously, trying to pry some valuable information from Mo Siluo's mouth.

"Not suitable," Mo Siluo dispatched the woman with those simple three words.

"Not suitable?" The woman became frantic, "Big brother, you're nearly thirty years old, can't you lower your standards just a bit?"

Indeed, this woman was Mo Siluo's full-blooded younger sister—Mo Si'ai, from the Mo family.

She was twenty-nine this year, born just five minutes after Mo Siluo, which made her his younger sister. Just by looking at Mo Siluo's appearance, one would know that Mo Si'ai was also very attractive, standing at one meter seventy-two with an unquestionably great figure.

At her words, Mo Siluo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, subconsciously rubbing the silver pinkie ring on his finger.

Seeing this, Mo Si'ai's complexion changed, and her voice grew much colder, "You still can't forget…" Her subsequent words were suppressed by the man's icy black pupils.