Watching Fu Mingshou walk slowly toward her with a dark face, all of Wen Ya's earlier bravado vanished in an instant.
"You… what are you going to do?"
Wen Ya backed away step by step until she was pressed up against the windowsill, yet Fu Mingshou still had no intention of letting her go, closing in on her in a few strides.
All of a sudden she remembered the cooperation deal between Fu Mingshou and Wen Yiming, and Wen Ya's face went whiter than paper in an instant.
"Remember now?"
Just from Wen Ya's expression he knew she had remembered; Fu Mingshou asked in an icy voice, reaching out to clamp her chin in his hand.
Fu Mingshou was furious.
Fourteen billion—on top of losing all the savings he'd accumulated over the years, he'd even had to pay with 2% of Fu's shares.
He was angry at himself for ever trusting Wen Yiming, and even angrier at himself for betting so big. Every time Fu Mingshou thought of his losses, he wished he could slap the entire Wen family to death.
