The command from the Yang Group CEO carried the weight of an absolute verdict, cutting through the heavy, tense atmosphere of the corridor like a physical blade.
Under the blinding, unceasing glare of the media's camera flashes, two of Yang Muchen's elite personal bodyguards stepped past the threshold of the windowless resting room with zero hesitation. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their faces expressionless as they bypassed the frantic reporters to reach the edge of the large wooden bed.
With one swift motion, they gripped the edge of the heavy velvet duvet and ripped it completely away from the cowering figures.
A collective, suffocating gasp echoed through the marble gallery, followed by a sudden, stunned silence that caught in the throats of every high-society elder present.
Emerging from the tangled sheets, her face stark white with absolute panic and her eyes wide with unmitigated horror, was Lu Sihan.
