Xi Corporations Headquarters, 4:00 p.m. ;

"Keep him unconscious until I return, Elijah.", Rong Xinghe commanded, flipping the pages of the file in front of her casually, "I will personally interrogate him. Alright?"

"Got it.", Elijah replied, looking at the insentient Rong Yufan through the glass window, "By the way, what do you want me to do with the furious clowns outside?"

"You mean, the Rong family elders?", the girl let out a soft laugh, "Oh, Elijah. How I've missed your sarcasm!"

"Why, thank you.", the man smiled to himself. 

"Just don't let them spread rumors. They will try to reach the media next. Try to restrain them from doing that. And keep an eye on every Rong family member. Rong Quiang. Rong Chang. Gu Hong. Rong Chen.", Rong Xinghe said, picking up a pen from the metallic pen stand at the corner of the table. 

"Okay.", the man nodded in agreement, "And how should I deal with David and Shawn? The kids have been fighting like anything since the moment they walked in. David is agitated by how Shawn didn't involve him in Plan B fabricated by you."

"The Florences might fight like cats and dogs, but in the end, the brothers can die for each other, Elijah.", the girl stated indifferently, "Let them be. They will be fine."

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Afghanistan, 6:00 p.m. ;

Sharia Enterprises ;

A lady, wearing long-sleeved Black Kimono Abaya, revealing not a part of her body but just her face, walked up to the man in what seemed like a Business Suit, "Asalam Walekum, Mr. Fedorov.", she greeted him, bowing down elegantly. 

Abram Orlov turned around, his hands tucked into his pocket, and with a slim smile, cocked his head to one side curiously, "This is the fifth person I am meeting here and yet, it is not Aftaab Ali. Since there is no possibility of business between us, I wouldn't want to waste my time here anymore."

"Please be patient, Mr. Albert. I insist.", the woman said sternly, "Mr. Ali has many enemies. We can't just allow anyone to meet him. We had to verify your identity before you met him. We had to dig up your secrets, your past, your weaknesses, everything before you could appear in front of him."

"Gambling. Human Trafficking. Drugs Smuggling.", Abram Orlov said, looking down at his Oxfords' solid black shoes.

"What?"

"My secrets.", the man smiled, "You could just ask me. My weakness? Well, every possible addiction. Women. Alcohol. Drugs. 

"As for my past? I murdered my wife and two kids in a fit of rage, when I found out that the woman was cheating on me with my assistant."

The woman stared at the man in a daze for a few seconds before her lips curled up in both, entrancement and acknowledgment. Abram Orlov was no common man. None of the Hybrids were. When it came to clearing their tracks and changing their identities overnight, no one could be as swift as them. Abram Orlov was Albert Fedorov, for everyone there in Afghanistan. The former person was nothing but a myth, for those in the underworld, provided how anyone who'd ever seen even one of the Hybrids, never returned back alive. They were, indeed, the most feared and truly savage beasts, one could say. 

"And you aren't ashamed that you killed them?", the woman asked, intrigued.

"Why would I be?", Abram raised his brows quizzically, "I have never pretended of being some do-gooder. I have no shame in admitting my ruthlessness. Besides, the bitch deserved it."

"My name's Faatima.", the woman extended her hand towards the man, and Abram shook it, firmly, "Welcome, Mr. Fedorov. Our President will see you now. Provided your personality, you'll fit in here just perfectly, we believe."

"I hope so.", the man grinned. 

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Xi Corporations, 6:15 p.m ;

"Oh, God! I hate kids.", Rong Xinghe sighed, staring at the fifth call from Ningtao's number, "Little Alix isn't even two-year-old yet and she has already started using phones. Why does she have to call me always, damn it?!"

"How do you even know it is Little Alix, Xinghe?", Xi Yuan laughed, looking at the girl's miserable expression. 

"Because Sister-in-law saved my photo along with my number. And now, every time Little Alix opens call logs, she clicks on my photo. She thinks it is magic that she can hear my voice anytime.", Rong Xinghe rolled her eyes, resting her head against the man's shoulder, tiredly. 

'Hmm. What would you do if we have kids someday, then?", the man asked as he organized the documents lying around upon the Solid Wood Groove Coffee table. The staff, of course, didn't dare to either knock nor walk into the man's office, while he was alone inside with their Queen-to-be. It was basically their personal, peaceful paradise, until the next morning. Xi Yuan knew she would leave to prepare for the upcoming war, by then. He had been listening to her as she operated every mission from his office throughout the day, after all. It was best to make the most of the time while she was still beside him, he thought. 

"I will be depending a lot on you.", the girl answered nonchalantly, "You're great with Kids. Both, Lu Alix and Zhi Taio are fond of you already. I can't begin to imagine how attached our babies will be to you."

"Babies, huh? How many do you want?"

"Two. A boy and a girl."

Xi Yuan placed the files in his hands on the table before he held the girl by her shoulders and pulled her into his warm infatuating embrace, "I prefer just one. And, that too, through surrogacy.", he whispered softly into the girl's ears. 

"Yuan, I know you don't want to see me go through pregnancy pains, and cramps, and mood swings. But-"

"Don't you get it, Bub?", the man cut the girl off, his tone full of concern and fears, "When a woman gives birth to a baby, the pain is no less than 20 bones fracturing at the same time!

"I won't be able to see you go through that. I can't be the reason behind such intense pain.

"Ever since I walked into your life, I've wanted to see you smile, and feel joy because of me. Not pain. Even if it is physical. I just can't. ", he confessed with his utmost sincerity and earnestness. 

"What exactly is the limit to your love, President Xi?", Rong Xinghe was at a loss of words, "God, stop pampering me so much. It would be troublesome for you if I get spoiled, you know?"

"Those are the plans, Ma' Jolie.", the man laughed.