沈明曾经是社交名媛的谣言,早就在海石的社交名媛圈子里传开了.当地精英都不想与她交往.
"顾风,你姐姐果然有大志.无论你做什么,她都会做.就好像她在试图证明什么——总是模仿你的动作.你看,她甚至和你戴着一样的耳环.
同样的耳环.
顾枫站在落地窗旁,凝视着下面的景象,看着沈明,眼睛微微眯起.那些耳环——他很熟悉.他在荣兆南特意从国外订购一双限量版的时候见过.他对他们很满意.他的助手甚至提到,它们是作为送给客户的礼物.
但后来,她私下里委托制作了一模一样的复制品.
"顾峰,你不是说你的耳环是限量版吗?"全国只有一对.但沈明穿着同样的,"有人难以置信地评论道.
"假的,"顾风冷冷地回答."她是一个模仿者,总是窃取别人的想法.这真的很恶心.
他周围的人,对沈明了解不多,听了这话后,很快就对她失去了兴趣.
"是的,她很烦人.顺便说一句,看起来她要去洗手间了,"其他人指出.
顾风的目光越来越冷.他巧妙地向他最亲密的红颜知己,站在附近的一位朋友示意.
朋友点点头,悄悄地溜出了房间.
沈明为了避开人群,已经走向了洗手间.她花了一点时间补妆.看着镜子里的自己,她不禁注意到优雅的珍珠耳环如何突出了她精致的五官.
她觉得他们让她看起来更优雅,更精致.
完成补妆后,她打算离开,但发现浴室的门已经从外面锁上了.无论她怎么扭动门把手,门把手都不会动.
距离她与陆凡的预定会面只剩下几分钟了,她低声咒骂了一声.这次见面是她正在做的项目安排的,陆凡只答应给她 20 分钟.
沮丧的她尝试给她的助理小吴打电话,但电话打不通.
The seconds ticked by, and panic began to set in. She glanced at her contacts, but she didn't want to make a scene by calling someone unrelated. She had no choice but to tap the number of Jiang Shaomo.
Just as she was about to dial, her phone rang. It was an unexpected call from Zhuo Hang.
"Hello?" she answered coldly.
"Miss Shen, where are you? Our CEO Rong Zhaonan has arrived at the venue and is asking for you."
Rong Zhaonan was at the event. This meant that he and Gu Feng had arrived separately, and Gu Feng had no idea she was at the event.
"How does your CEO know I'm at the event?"
"Miss Shen, don't underestimate my network. CEO Rong asked me to call you over. There's something important he needs to discuss. Please come over immediately."
Zhuo Hang's tone was smug, and Shen Ming suppressed a laugh. She then pretended to sound weak.
"Zhuo Hang, something's not right. I... I think I've been drugged." She coughed, "I feel dizzy, I... it's really bad. My head hurts. You have to come help me. My assistant isn't here."
Zhuo Hang's voice grew urgent. "Miss Shen, where are you?"
"I'm stuck in the first-floor bathroom. I can't get out... beep, beep, beep."
The call ended abruptly. Zhuo Hang, shocked, rushed to the meeting area. He found CEO Rong surrounded by key figures of the evening, including Lu Fan. The conversation was lively, as they discussed the upcoming bidding event.
Zhuo Hang approached Rong Zhaonan, whispering a few words in his ear. Lu Fan's expression changed instantly.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
Rong Zhaonan stood up, his expression unreadable.
"My child is in trouble at home. I need to go check on them."
"Your child?" Everyone around looked confused.
Lu Fan smiled and signaled his assistant. "Follow him and find out what's going on."
"Understood."
Zhuo Hang led Rong Zhaonan to the bathroom. A sign outside read, "Restroom under maintenance." Zhuo Hang pushed the sign aside and approached the door, knocking gently.
"Miss Shen, are you in there?"
No answer. Zhuo Hang pulled out his phone and made a quick call to Rong Zhaonan.
"CEO Rong, the door is locked from the outside."
On the phone, Shen Ming's weak voice could be heard.
"I'm here..."
Zhuo Hang put the phone on speaker and spoke to the door. "Miss Shen, hold on a little longer. I'm sending someone to open the door now."
Inside the bathroom, there was a loud crashing sound, as if something heavy had fallen.
Shen Ming, barely holding on, whispered, "Don't... leave... go away..."
Then, the sound of a vase shattering on the floor echoed through the phone.
Rong Zhaonan's eyes darkened. He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door.
Zhuo Hang issued a command. "Break the door open."
"Yes."
To Shen Ming, who was still on the phone, he said, "Miss Shen, we're going to break the door down now. Tell whoever's inside to behave."
Zhuo Hang was a trained professional. With a swift kick, he broke the bathroom door open. He entered, preparing for a confrontation. But instead of an intruder, he was left dumbfounded.
The bathroom was empty—except for Shen Ming, who stood calmly by the sink, phone in hand.
Zhuo Hang was stunned. "Miss Shen... what's going on?"
From his past experiences with Shen Ming, he knew she was never one to play innocent. She had a reputation for never being straightforward.
Rong Zhaonan, however, remained as cold as ever. His gaze never wavered as he stepped into the room.
Zhuo Hang, still confused, stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
Inside the bathroom, Rong Zhaonan moved closer, his body casting a shadow over her.
His voice, low and chilling, filled the space.
"Where's your lover?"
With a slight smirk, Shen Ming straightened up and spoke, "Lover? Isn't he right in front of me?"
Before Rong Zhaonan could respond, she attempted to walk past him, but his hand shot out, gripping her arm tightly. He yanked her back roughly.
She staggered, barely managing to regain her balance.
"Drugged, can't get away?" His voice was colder than ever.
For a moment, Shen Ming felt like laughing, perhaps because of the way he was interrogating her so seriously. She tilted her head back, feigning weakness, and stumbled a step closer to him.
"Ugh... my head still hurts. Looks like the drug hasn't worn off yet."
As she "collapsed," she fell straight into his arms. Rong Zhaonan's grip tightened as he lowered his head to look at her.
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"Shen Ming, before I lose my temper, you better start telling the truth."