There was no remorse in her eyes. No fear. Just cold, calculated certainty.
Whatever had happened to her, whatever she'd survived that made her like this, it had forged her into something sharp and unbreakable.
And dangerous altogether.
Li Feng slipped back into the room, his expression neutral as always.
"Third Master," he said quietly. "Any other Instructions?"
Mu Yunchen's expression hardened into cold efficiency.
"Call the cleaner. Priority one. I want this handled within the hour." His eyes flicked to the bathroom door. "And Li Feng?"
"Yes, Third Master?"
"Yuxi mentioned the existence of some recordings. Hidden cameras in Dr. Shen Wei's private practice." Mu Yunchen's voice was cold, and clinical. "I want his office searched. His home. His car. Every location he had access to. Find those recordings. All of them."
"Understood." Li Feng was already pulling out his phone. "And if we find evidence of other victims?"
