The man's gaze was cold, like the snow of a bitter winter falling upon the body.
But Lv Jiarong's heart was even colder.
Time was no longer her ally; it was now 11:30 AM, and there remained only an hour and a half until the 1:00 PM flight.
Wei Xia might already be checking in at this very moment.
She had destroyed Lv Group, sent her father to prison to take the blame, and then fled abroad with the money, living carefree ever since.
When Lv Jiarong thought of this, a surge of anger rose uncontrollably within her heart.
She stood up straight, meeting the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk on the other side.
The once delicate and pitiful eyes now shed their fragility, bursting forth with a peculiar brilliance—unyielding and resolute.
Lan Xiping froze for a moment.
"Pictures alone prove nothing, but what if I have concrete evidence of Wei Xia transferring assets? I just need a little time. Chairman Lan, trust me this once—I won't disappoint you."
