That night, Xia Xiaoman sat on the apartment sofa, surrounded by all the damning evidence she had gathered on the Li Corporation—documents proving forced evictions in the Bay Project, records of illegal human trials for MN-07, secret recordings of Li Chenzhou's dealings with politicians.
She had hesitated before, unsure if she truly wanted to destroy Li Moting.
But now, she finally understood—in his eyes, she had always been just a pawn.
"If marriage is asset restructuring..." she sneered, her finger hovering over the "Send" button on her laptop, "then bankruptcy liquidation should be just as reasonable, no?"
She compressed the files and attached them to an anonymous email, ready to blast them to the Securities Commission and every major media outlet.
Just as her cursor lingered over "Send," her phone buzzed—
**「Tomorrow, 8 PM. Warehouse No. 7. Bring your father's research notes. —L」**
Xia Xiaoman stared at the message, her breath hitching.
**L.**
Li Moting had never once signed a message to her like this.