At Ronan's instruction, the conversation at the family dining table quickly made its way outside through Mo Peng. Even in fragments, to those with ulterior motives, it was as chilling as the inexplicable thunderclap that had struck that evening.
Just as Ronan had remarked, there had never been any such thing as a one-way relationship in this world. Especially when one side carried enough weight, even the slightest Echo could become a towering wave.
According to the information Zhang Yingying and Xie Junping had relayed in succession, because of Ronan's remark—"Then it must be someone surnamed Ma"—old Madam Ma Mingcai, who had already been increasingly isolated within the Yao Family in recent years, was immediately placed under house arrest. All butlers and servants around her were dismissed, and every link to the outside world was cut off. Her fate would be decided afterward.
"I heard her husband punched her straight in the face. But when that big shot Yao Qiang came looking for us, his own expression was quite a sight too. Who knows whether he arranged it that way on purpose."
In the lounge on the Thirteenth Floor of the Shang Ding Building, Zhang Yingying, working overtime over the weekend, and Xie Junping, who had found himself something to do over the weekend, cornered Ronan here and brought up the Yao Family matter.
Yao Qiang was Ma Mingcai's current husband, her second husband, and the man presently in charge of Yao Corporation.
They had not been part of the same circle before. They minded their own business, and any occasional connection had been built on money, handled strictly as business. But now that the high wall between the Inner World and the Secular World had collapsed, every circle was expanding outward, while quite a number of people within those