“Based on the surface injuries, it doesn’t seem serious, but she hasn’t woken up,” Tina sighed. “We can’t rule out the possibility of a concussion.”
“How could this be? I… I just slapped her,” Tian Muxiang Hui said, knowing a concussion could be serious.
“Enough, Xiang Hui. Go back to Japan early tomorrow. I’ll have a helicopter come to pick you up,” Di Ying said solemnly, looking at the unconscious Ou Xueman. “Tina, take this woman to her room and have Dr. Steven come with the helicopter.”
“Should I call the master?” Tina asked.
“No need.”
“I’ll handle Xi Huang myself,” Di Ying said before going upstairs.
Once the bedroom door was closed, the sound of the sea breeze rustled the curtains. The bedside lamp glowed softly in the quiet room. The person lying on the bed opened her eyes, cautiously surveying her surroundings. Sitting up, she inhaled sharply, “Ouch…”
Ou Xueman gritted her teeth, realizing she had hit the chair back hard. However, she had successfully distracted them and needed to move quickly to the study.
Barefoot and silent, she headed downstairs, knowing Tina was likely in the kitchen, possibly calling the helicopter, while Tian Muxiang Hui would be packing in her room.
Ou Xueman grabbed some fishing line from the storage room and approached the study, praying the door wasn’t locked. Turning the handle softly, she found the desk lamp and computer on—good, the old witch hadn’t locked it. She needed to act fast.
Sitting at the computer, she typed furiously, sending everything she knew to Tong Yifeng via email, including her response strategies.
She still couldn’t understand what the Tong family had that Xi Huang wanted. Was it just to destroy them? With the power of the Di family and the Sakura Financial Group, eliminating the Tong family would be easy. What was this all about?
The roar of the helicopter told her she couldn’t linger.
She quickly erased her computer traces, tied fishing line to the window switch, opened the window, and threw the line down. After preparing everything, she quietly returned to her bedroom.
Di Xi Huang, you have your strategy, and I have my ladder. Who will ultimately win remains to be seen. Ou Xueman smiled with excitement, unaware it was a sign of respect for a worthy opponent.
