"Team leader, could it be that—"
Team leader Jiang said, "I just received the news too. The minister’s car was about to reach Mr. Lin’s place when suddenly it seed like the chairman’s car was there—"
The event traces back to half an hour ago, when Minister ng had scheduled a eting, reported his departure on official business, and drove his own car to soone’s private club.
As it turned out, he was fortunate because he was delayed by severe traffic halfway there, nearly making him an hour late. Minister ng was originally anxious about his own tardiness, but this unexpected delay ended up saving him.
A short distance from the private club entrance, Minister ng pressed on the driver’s shoulder and shouted for him to brake suddenly.
The vehicle in front, a seven-ter-long black Rolls-Royce limousine, reportedly had the sa specifications as the one used by the Queen during celebrations—its license plate full of sixes clearly indicated whose car it was.
This stroke of luck for Minister ng was, quite obviously, not shared by another person.
Wa Zicong had just walked out of his future father-in-law’s club alone, initially full of confidence.
With his future wife, Lin Yishan, acting as a go-between, his father-in-law, Lin Jiale, had agreed to do him this favor gladly. The eting concluded to the satisfaction of both parties, reaching an agreent that once they obtained Mingyue from Changda, Lin Jiale would hand over the project to MN for re-planning, essentially making it Wa Zicong’s personal accomplishnt within the company.
At that ti, he and Lin Jiale truly never considered the possibility of their plans being exposed. After all, once Xiao Jianming seemingly let slip that he was selling Mingyue, Lin Jiale had others make contact with Changda and did not personally show himself. Everything was done as if seamlessly, with no trace of exposure.
Until Wa Zicong walked out of Lin Jiale’s club, full of vigor, and suddenly saw that Rolls-Royce limousine parked in front of the club.
The black car window rolled down halfway, and a pair of deep eyes slowly surveyed his face.
Wa Zicong’s blood suddenly froze.
Cold, piercing wind enveloped his entire body.
He naturally recognized who this person was. Perhaps, he had never had the chance to et him face-to-face, but he had frequently seen this man’s face at nurous public occasions and in the world’s top business magazines.
Xiao Jianming’s eyes moved away from his young face, as if knowing who he was, yet seemingly unsure, then his gaze fell on the club behind Wa Zicong that soone else owned.
Finally, he said to the driver in front of him, "Let’s go back."
The Rolls-Royce left the front of the club.
Wa Zicong suddenly felt his legs go weak and he almost sat down on the ground. Imdiately, he forced himself to move his feet and stepped over to his own car. His fingers trembled non-stop as he opened the car door, and then, he thought of sothing.
That ssage of hers, "Be careful with her."
At that mont, he finally understood.
She was betting on whether his greed would fall into the trap!
If Su Yixia were really her good friend, she might not have followed her instructions to tell him about Mingyue, which would have been too obvious, as anyone with a bit of sense could have predicted. But, Su Yixia did it, which could only an one thing: Su Yixia was by no ans her friend.
As a result, he chose not to trust her, still trusting in his own greed, and therefore turned to seek Lin Yishan.
He punched the roof of his car.
Perhaps at this mont, he was finally tasting the bitterness of their breakup for the first ti—what it ant to regret profoundly.
At the Xiao Family, Xiao Shulan called her husband, wanting to talk about Xiao Yebai’s return to the Xiao family.
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