Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2484 - 1836: A Small Problem

At the banquet hosted by Prince Hadu, Bai Xiaosheng was unexpectedly met by a group determined to defend Cilio’s honor, leaving him utterly astonished and amused.

Truth be told, Cilio’s present predicament stemmed entirely from his actions. Yet, it was unlikely Cilio harbored true hatred for him; after all, Cilio had previously shown genuine gratitude.

Moreover, Cilio was slated to work under him in the future, making Bai Xiaosheng Cilio’s superior.

The notion of these individuals confronting him, Cilio's future boss, during the Prince’s banquet struck Bai Xiaosheng as rather pointless.

Bai Xiaosheng found the situation amusing as he observed the young black man leading the group.

Noticing Bai Xiaosheng's reaction, the other party sneered, projecting hostility. "You, what are you laughing at!"

The rest of the group turned their hostile gazes toward Bai Xiaosheng and began to surround him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how long has it been since you last spoke with Cilio?" Bai Xiaosheng inquired casually.

Resolving this minor disturbance was remarkably straightforward; a quick call to Cilio would clarify everything in mere minutes.

Thus, Bai Xiaosheng maintained his composure, confidently awaiting the outcome.

How long had it truly been since they contacted Cilio?

The young black man exchanged uncertain glances with his companions, not quite grasping Bai Xiaosheng’s intent, yet he responded curtly—

"Since his confinement!"

Bai Xiaosheng acknowledged this with a nod.

That explained everything.

Indeed, Cilio had recently faced some unfortunate circumstances due to him, leading to resentment. These individuals were simply out of touch with the latest developments.

Bai Xiaosheng was aware that not long ago, Cilio had been placed under confinement by his father, Mr. Brown.

It was highly probable that this confinement also included restrictions on external communication. Of course, Cilio might not have wished to contact these friends either.

After all, losing such a prominent position and facing demotion was a significant blow to one's pride.

The thought that Cilio’s friends were still intent on seeking retribution was quite commendable.

Typically, when trouble strikes, the companions of an indulged rich heir tend to dissipate.

Bai Xiaosheng chuckled with a hint of admiration.

These individuals must have learned from the media that Bai Xiaosheng was responsible for investigating Zhenbei Group’s problematic businesses, which consequently led to Cilio’s suspension and confinement. Upon learning of Bai Xiaosheng's presence at the Prince's banquet, they had somehow sought him out to demand justice.

Considering their similar age and their audacity to create a scene at such an event, they undoubtedly possessed considerable influence.

To avert further escalation and an embarrassing situation, Bai Xiaosheng decided against further jesting. He stated directly, "Cilio is free now. Contact him, verify his current situation, and determine if he still harbors ill feelings towards me. You can then target me if you wish. However, be warned, he might even be grateful to me."

The issue had been resolved; Mr. Brown no longer had grounds to keep Cilio confined, making a phone call perfectly feasible.

Bai Xiaosheng’s confident smile prompted the group to exchange silent, questioning glances.

"We can’t get through!" the young black man declared sharply, with the others voicing their agreement.

It appeared no one was willing to make the call.

Noticing the increasing attention from other guests due to the commotion, Bai Xiaosheng decided to de-escalate by saying, "Very well, I shall make the call then."

Bai Xiaosheng, maintaining an indifferent expression, dialed the number, placed the phone to his ear, and calmly regarded the group.

Witnessing Bai Xiaosheng actually call Cilio, they exchanged suspicious glances and waited.

Shortly thereafter, a phrase in English reached Bai Xiaosheng’s ears through the phone, causing his smile to falter slightly.

The phrase translated to a familiar message: "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off."

Cilio’s phone was switched off?

Bai Xiaosheng’s expression shifted subtly.

He could not fathom why Cilio would turn off his phone at such a moment!

Meanwhile, within a late-night training session, Cilio sat quietly in the back row, absorbed in the lecture. His phone lay face down on the desk, its screen dark.

The instructor was a highly compensated expert hired by Mr. Brown, and the attendees comprised top executives from Zhenbei Group’s leading African enterprises, participating in an internal advanced training program.

Cilio was undertaking this study as part of his fresh start, aspiring to become a qualified corporate manager under Bai Xiaosheng’s guidance.

Strictly speaking, it was precisely for Bai Xiaosheng’s sake that he had turned off his phone.

Bai Xiaosheng attempted two calls, both unanswered. Noticing the cold scrutiny from the young men around him, he promptly announced, "Wait a moment, I will call Mr. Brown and inquire about the situation!"

If Cilio’s phone was off, Mr. Brown should still be reachable. As long as Mr. Brown could contact individuals close to Cilio, the matter could be settled.

Bai Xiaosheng believed this to be the case.

As he spoke, Bai Xiaosheng located Mr. Brown’s contact number and initiated the call.

A moment later, Bai Xiaosheng's expression shifted to one of bewilderment. The same recorded message played once more; even Mr. Brown's phone was unreachable, switched off...

For someone of Mr. Brown's standing to have his phone turned off at this particular time—why would he do that! Bai Xiaosheng found himself genuinely perplexed.

Ironically, at that very moment, during a critical high-level executive meeting, Mr. Brown, irritated by the persistent ringing of officials' phones, was sternly lecturing them before demonstrating his point by switching off his own device...

This very meeting itself had originated from an investigation spearheaded by Bai Xiaosheng and was now concluding due to his involvement...

After failing to connect with either the father or the son, Bai Xiaosheng finally relinquished his attempt, putting his phone away.

"Now, do you have anything further to add?" the young black leader taunted, a sneer gracing his features as he faced Bai Xiaosheng.

"This occasion is Prince Hadu's banquet. Perhaps we could continue this conversation after it concludes? Would that be agreeable to you?" Bai Xiaosheng proposed.