At the end of the corridor, a faint light seeped from Di Xi Huang’s study, drawing her closer. Low voices emerged from within, and she stood beside the light.
It was the old witch’s voice, speaking Japanese with an excited tone, likely reprimanding Di Xi Huang. Just as she was about to leave, a helicopter roared overhead. Ou Xueman quickly hid in a nearby room. She overheard Di Ying voice her surprise, “Why are they coming at this time?” but could not catch the rest of their conversation, only the sound of departing footsteps.
But an ominous feeling urged her to enter the study.
An invisible hand guided her to the open computer. Examining the displayed information, she was shocked to discover that the Di family planned to destroy the Tong family. This plan involved not just the Di family, but also the Japanese Sakura Financial Group and Han Electronics from Hong Kong, which Han Bing belonged to.
Why were they so eager to target the Tong family? What did the Tong family have that they all wanted? It seemed to revolve around Di Xi Huang, as without his lead, they would not participate.
As the sound of people entering the hall reached her, she quickly exited the study.
A massive conspiracy was unfolding. What should she do?
In her panic, Tong Yifeng’s gentle smile flashed through her mind. Yes, she needed to tell her brother. He would know what to do.
Her hands shook nervously, and the numbers she usually dialed easily resulted in several errors.
“Beep—beep—.” The waiting sound after connection felt endless. She was truly afraid, though uncertain of the source of her fear.
“Hello?” Tong Yifeng’s gentle voice calmed her momentarily. But after that one word, there was no more sound from the phone, not even a dial tone.
A cold, shadowy figure enveloped her, and in an instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an invisible demonic claw…
Suddenly, a strong wind swept across the sea, dispersing the clouds. Moonlight burst forth, illuminating the sea and pouring soft light through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the bedroom, dispelling some of the darkness. Yet it also stretched the cold, shadowy figure even longer, like a ghostly hand reaching toward her, slowly closing and gripping, bringing her under control.
“Who were you calling?” his voice was deeper than usual.
