Song Sheng Chaoying spent over two hours soothing Lin Jiangxian.
He swore to heaven that he had not killed him, would not kill him, and could not possibly have sent Old Zheng to kill him.
His own grandson had been captured by Sky Net, not joined forces with them. He absolutely was not a Sky Net spy.
If he was a traitor within the Elder Council, may his whole family die without a single survivor, and may even their corpses be struck by lightning.
After hanging up, he felt utterly exhausted.
Then he suddenly realized something—What the hell am I doing?!
Why was being the Dean of the Elder Council such a suffocating ordeal?
Wasn't I the one hunting down the traitor? How had this suddenly turned into me desperately proving my innocence?
He was completely baffled.
Everyone seemed above suspicion, yet everyone was riddled with suspicion.
His own grandson should have been trustworthy, but the little bastard lashed out at everyone he saw. In his eyes, nobody but himself was a good person.
Lu Chengwen was a bad guy, Old Zheng was a bad guy, Lin Jiangxian was a bad guy too. The three of them had joined forces with Sky Net to steal his money.
But that didn't make sense! Those groups had beaten each other black and blue. How could they possibly work together?
I have such a huge hold over Lu Chengwen, and more than a hundred billion in funds depends on him. There's no reason for him to stir up something this huge over that money, is there?
And before this, he really had been unaware of many things. I was the one holding the initiative!
My transaction process was in control. He had no time to prepare, and there was no way he could