Before boarding his flight, Qi Han had already issued orders to several trusted subordinates in the country. After accessing surveillance footage, over thirty highly-trained bodyguards began a covert search of the outskirts of the city, taking advantage of the cover of darkness.
Lin Banxia had no idea how much ti had passed since she was captured. At this mont, her head felt dizzy, her stomach growled in hunger, and her whole body was icy cold. She felt as though she could pass out at any mont.
Could her luck really be this bad? She hadn’t even waited the full three years she was counting on, and now she was on the verge of losing her life here.
Who was the scum behind this horrible act against her? She wanted to curse them—to curse them so thoroughly that they’d be struck by lightning the mont they stepped outside, choke to death while drinking water, or eat until they burst... let them all die!
"So cold..."
"Huo Yanting, save ..."
Lin Banxia’s mind was muddled as she curled up into a trembling ball. The only na she could think of calling out was Huo Yanting’s.
Unfortunately, she knew full well that he was far away in another country and had no chance of coming back to save her.
She could only rely on her own luck!
The night was deep. Huo Qinglin sat dazed in front of his computer, staring at the video of this woman who might faint at any mont. At last, he couldn’t hold back any longer and strode out of the room toward another office.
The door swung open, and the mont Huo Tianfeng saw him, his face turned icy cold.
"Why haven’t you gone back yet?" Huo Tianfeng’s eyes were shadowed and surrounded by dark circles. He had been awake for a day and a night now, leaving him utterly exhausted. But until he was certain about Huo Yanting’s itinerary, he couldn’t sleep—a nightmare plagued his mind.
"Dad, you promised you wouldn’t take her life. Look at her now—she’s barely hanging on!" Huo Qinglin leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk, his face full of pain for Lin Banxia.
Huo Tianfeng’s expression darkened even further as he sneered, "I don’t know whether the information you gave was wrong or whether Huo Yanting is really as heartless as this—willing to ignore the life of the woman he claims to love. Look at him; even now, he hasn’t returned to the country. It seems I’ll have to give him sothing really dramatic to watch!"
After he spoke, Huo Tianfeng pressed his phone. "Send another video to Huo Yanting!"
"Dad, what are you doing? What exactly do you plan to do? You can’t kill anyone!" Huo Qinglin was growing increasingly panicked.
Huo Tianfeng grabbed a folder from the desk and hurled it at his son with force. "Get out and stop interfering! Do you even realize how precarious our position will be once Huo Yanting signs that contract?"
"Even if he takes full control, he wouldn’t dare to harm us. You’re his uncle, and I’m his brother. Grandpa is still alive—he won’t dare do anything to us," Huo Qinglin said, revealing an innocence his father lacked.
Huo Tianfeng was infuriated by his son’s spinelessness and snapped in anger, "True, he might not harm us directly, but can you tolerate surviving under his heel? Are you content to beg him for charity to get by? Every man has his pride! I am his uncle; my rank is higher than his. What right does he have to fight for power? Even when my elder brother was alive, he never intended to challenge !"
As he stared at his father’s twisted expression, Huo Qinglin suddenly felt that the man before him was a stranger—and terrifyingly so.
"My elder brother told personally that the company’s future successor would be . But fate robbed him of his life early, leaving us in this ss. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to resort to these cruel and disgraceful tactics. This company—if it’s to be passed down—it should fall into my hands, not his, not Huo Yanting’s." Huo Tianfeng’s bitterness ran deep, stemming from a belief he held from the very start: that he alone had the right to take control of the company. Huo Yanting’s ergence had twisted his very soul.
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