The air in the Li Corporation boardroom was so tense it could crack.
Xia Xiaoman stood outside the door, her fingers clenched around the voice recorder, knuckles turning white. She shouldn't have been here—she had only come to deliver the documents Li Moting left behind in his office, but she had accidentally overheard something she wasn't supposed to.
"Moting, the Su family's daughter is returning next week." Li Chenzhou's voice was like cold metal, devoid of any warmth. "The marriage agreement is already drafted. Forty percent of Su Pharmaceuticals' shares will be her dowry."
Xia Xiaoman held her breath, peering through the gap in the door at Li Moting's back. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his suit immaculate, an unlit cigar between his fingers, his posture so composed it bordered on indifference.
"Whatever you arrange is fine," he replied calmly. "Marriage is just another form of asset restructuring."
The words struck Xia Xiaoman like an ice pick to the heart. She took a step back, her high heels sinking soundlessly into the carpet—but then, suddenly, Li Moting turned.
Their eyes met through the sliver of the open door.
His gaze was unfathomable, devoid of any ripple of emotion, as if she were nothing more than a stranger.
Xia Xiaoman turned and walked away, her nails digging deep into her palms.