Gao Yiming cleared his throat carefully, his expression serious but also a little nervous. "Jinchen, our men were already in position to catch that woman. But after seeing the interview she gave, I asked them to stop."
Lu Jinchen's sharp eyes snapped toward him. His voice was low but filled with anger. "Why did you do that? I want that woman brought to me right now!"
Gao Yiming swallowed. He knew this tone—it was the kind that made subordinates want to dig their own grave and jump in.
Still, he forced himself to explain. "Boss, think about it. If we drag her out now and something happens to her, the media and everyone else will point fingers straight at you. They'll say you silenced her. We can't take that risk."
"I don't care," Lu Jinchen hissed, his jaw tightening. "I want her caught."
Before Gao Yiming could panic further, Xia Yuqing reached out and gently touched Lu Jinchen's arm. Her voice was calm but firm, carrying a logic that even anger couldn't erase.
