The morning sun rose over the capital through a thick, suffocating layer of gray fog, casting a somber light over the front pages of every financial and entertainment news outlet in the nation.
The headlines were deafening. Flash footage of Lin Xinya being escorted into a state security vehicle in her ruined white lace dress had gone completely viral by three in the morning. The elite circle of the capital was in a state of absolute, paralyzed shock.
Yet, as Chen Ying sat in the pristine, minimalist office of the Chen company headquarters, she knew better than to mistake a wounded beast for a dead one.
A century-old, tier-one aristocratic clan like the Lin family did not simply vanish overnight because of the reckless actions of a single, unhinged daughter. They were a dynasty built on generational wealth, deep-rooted political alliances, and layers of legal armor designed precisely to survive catastrophic scandals.
Clack.
