Just as Gu Heng was about to continue explaining his next move to Fu Lianhua, a sharp vibration broke the silence of the room.
His phone buzzed twice on the polished table, the screen lighting up against the dim yellow glow of the chandelier.
He frowned.
Only a handful of people had this number.
Fu Lianhua looked at him nervously. "Who is it?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the phone, his expression darkening the moment he saw the name on the screen.
Private Investigator – Mr. Zhao.
The man he had hired weeks ago.
Back when the tides had started turning in Fu Jing Rong's favor, Gu Heng had ordered Zhao to dig into every corner of his rival's life—to find anything that could be used against him. A secret, a weakness, a woman, anything that could be turned into leverage.
Now, seeing Zhao's name flash on his screen at such a moment, a flicker of curiosity sparked in his chest.
He swiped to answer.
"Speak," Gu Heng said, his tone low and controlled.
