No Distance

Madam Harold half-closed her eyes, her body swaying slightly. She looked as though she had grown impatient with the late hour and fatigue and had already fallen asleep.

But Yin Le remembered clearly that when she had hesitated earlier, it was Madam Harold who had told her, "Controlling the distance means little to Ronan, but it is indispensable to us. Ronan has noticed you; perhaps he has already completed his analysis, while you know nothing of his current condition. What, then, is the point of avoiding him?"

Her Boss's attitude had been as calm as ever, but there had been something strange in the implications of her words. It had been like this ever since that night's personality mask analysis, and Yin Le truly could not make sense of it.

In any case, the door had been knocked on. Yin Le had no other choice.

She could only comfort herself: "What has surfaced now is merely a shell company. At worst, we'll abandon some funds and make a clean escape."

A few seconds later, the door opened. The one opening it was Ronan's bodyguard... along with a young man who had been forcibly shoved out. According to the intelligence, this was the young master of the He family. When the two sides had met earlier, he and Ronan had both been on the balcony. Judging from the situation now, he had been expelled.

The doorway was briefly chaotic. Fei Jin's prepared lines never had a chance to come out before she was muddleheadedly led into the room by the bodyguard. The door shut behind her, and He Donglou's incoherent shouting drifted in from outside.

Yin Le swiftly adjusted her state of mind. At that moment, the room's lighting and the confused lights of the rooftop reflected Ronan's figure on the