Zhan Xun's grip on his phone tightened, but he didn't respond. He couldn't deny it—he had leveraged his position with INTERPOL to keep himself safe, untouchable even. But now, it seemed someone had found a way through his defenses.
"Why did you do it?" he asked, his voice low, barely masking the frustration bubbling underneath.
Chi Ai leaned back, the playfulness draining from her expression.
"Because you were getting complacent," she said bluntly. "You've built this empire of yours, Zhan Xun, but you've been sitting on it like it's untouchable. You need to remember that in this world, no one is safe. Not even you."
Zhan Xun's eyes darkened.
"And what, you think you're going to teach me that lesson?"
"I already did," Chi Ai said with a grin. "You were ready to run, change your face, and disappear. All because you thought I could take you down. That's the point, Zhan Xun. You can be taken down."
Silence hung between them for a moment, thick with tension.
