Chapter Two: The Perfect Counterfeit

Police did not arrest him there, but they sealed his phone and computer. Obsidian’s chairman suspended him and appointed Jianwei to lead the special review. After the crowd dispersed, Mingzhu leaned against a display case. “You did not know what the money was.” “I knew he would cross a line to protect it.” “You are dangerous.” “To counterfeits.” Mingzhu smiled for the first time and handed her a black invitation. Luminous Capital was holding a private reception that night. “Cheng may not be the architect. He is greedy, but not clever. If you want the source, go there.” The reception occupied the top floor of the Cloud Hotel. Jianwei wore an unbranded black dress; the silver spectacles were her only ornament.