At the CBD Exhibition Center of Y City, a group of elites from all walks of life had just walked out of the main entrance after concluding a comprehensive meeting.

Matthew was encircled by several people as they kept going over the main points of the meeting. "Mr. Huo, what do you think about that matter?"

Matthew, however, looked around obliviously and replied in an obvious tone of indifference, "It depends on the opinion of the public. The best way is to do a survey among the masses."

Just at that moment, another group of people approached them from the other side, led by a woman, sophisticatedly dressed in a grey plaid design dress and her long purple hair bounced over her shoulders neatly. When her eyes met with Matthew, she walked up to him and greeted, "Mr. Huo, what a coincidence!" The woman was beautiful, graceful and noble.

Matthew simply cast her a glance and responded with a silent nod of the head.

However, another person who knew the both of them greeted the woman in a flattering tone, "Miss Su, what brings you here?"

With a pleasing smile, Camille looked past their shoulders, at the building behind them and said, "I am here to take part in an activity. It's on the third floor."

It was then that they realized there was a fashion show on the third floor of the CBD Exhibition Center today.

The smile on the woman's face captivated all the other men present as they struggled to take their eyes off her. Of course, all but one man, Matthew, who was just about to walk past Camille and make his exit.

Bang! All of a sudden, an earth-shattering sound snatched everyone's attention.

It happened so fast that everyone's brain had shut down and their eyes were wide as if someone or something was coming to deliver a fatal blow. "Ah! A gun! Someone's been shot..."

Unfortunately, the instant someone screamed that there was a gun, everyone panicked and started dispersing in all directions.

Someone had opened fire on the people, critically wounding those standing in the crowd.

Senses sharpened with adrenaline, only Matthew held his breath and remained calm, straining to hear with every ounce of his concentration. He found the perfect spot to shield himself from the bullets while he squinted his eyes to get a better look at the source of the gunshots. Soon, he saw two or three men with guns pointing at him from a minibus just at the opposite and at a corner.

Just in the nick of time, a bevy of bodyguards, dressed in black, broke through the

rry. Mr. Huo will be fine!"

In order to make up for her mistake, the bold classmate immediately comforted her, "Yes, Erica, you must calm down! Think about the baby!"

Erica's mind went blank. She could no longer hear what her classmates were saying. It was as if the world had frozen as she tapped on her phone with clammy hands, quickly found a number and pressed the call button.

Erica called twice, but there was no answer. She was so scared that tears burst forth without word or warning.

Her classmates around her, panicked. They all came over and tried to comfort her. "Erica, calm down."

"Mr. Huo is going to be fine. You can't allow this to affect your pregnancy."

"That's right. Mr. Huo is a very capable man, as we all know. Don't cry. He might have lost his phone."

That last sentence finally consoled Erica. Perhaps that was true. From what she could see, everything was so chaotic that the thought of Matthew losing his phone in such a situation didn't seem unreasonable to Erica.

She wiped her tears and quickly dialed Debbie's number. Luckily, the call was connected soon. "Mom, something happened to Matthew."

Debbie had just received the news herself and was about to call Erica. "I know. Matthew is fine. Don't worry. His phone fell and broke so he called from one of his bodyguards' phone just now. Carlos has sent someone to pick you up from school. Don't go anywhere else. You should go home first, okay?"

What Debbie didn't tell her was that when Matthew was taking Camille to the hospital, his car was being followed by two other cars on the way and he was looking for an opportunity to get rid of his unwanted followers.