Slowly, she turned her head to face Zhao Jun.
"Find something out for me," she instructed. "That night in the club… Tang Xiyu slept with someone. I want confirmation. Was it Su Ye?"
Zhao Jun picked up the iPad. He didn't speak. He never did. He only nodded.
Satisfied, she flicked her hand in dismissal. "You can go."
He turned and walked away, the door closing quietly behind him. The office fell into silence once again. And the woman closed her eyes, not to sleep, but to envision the future she planned to destroy with her own hands.
Her lips curved faintly.
This life, just like the others, belonged to her.
She didn't move for a long time. The dim light of the office lamps brushed across the polished surface of her desk, catching on the sharp edges, the cold perfection of a life she had built on control.
Yet, for the first time in a long while, control felt uncertain.
Three lifetimes.
