Chapter Two: The Rules of Three Hundred Thousand

The two texts formed coordinates. “You knew my father's name.” “He worked for my mother.” “As a driver?” “Officially. In reality, he kept a set of accounts proving Shen Boqian moved assets through overseas charities—and that the yacht explosion was no accident.” “Why did my father never tell me?” “Because everyone who knew is dead.” Jibai seized his collar. “You lured me here because a dead man might have left another dead man's property with me?” Yanci did not resist. Their breaths collided. Up close, Jibai could see fine surgical marks beneath the scar on his brow. “At first,” Yanci said. “And now?” “Now I know you are more useful than the object.”