Chapter Three: Client, Surrender Your Heart First

Gu Jingheng's voice rang out: [A flower seller thinks she can trap me? Once the broadcast reveals that her mother took hush money, she'll be on her knees begging me.] The room froze. For the first time, Gu Jingheng's gracious mask shattered. Xu Zhi looked at Gu Yanchen. Seven meters separated them. She hurried around the table to his side—and the pulsing broadcast display vanished. "The three-meter rule didn't fail," she said, watching the case. "Someone remotely started the system to play my thought, but selected the wrong channel." Zhou Jibai cut the conference room network. The blue light kept blinking. The signal did not depend on ordinary wireless service.