Bai Ye had seen it all: Gao Bancheng being taken away by Zhao Qinghe, Li Xiao and the others being catered to by Gao Jiye, and Li Manyu at his side...
They were nothing more than the boring antics of ordinary people.
Still, Gao Jiye had put a great deal of thought into it.
Imagine this: the protagonist of a stage play had fallen into hardship and desperately needed vast resources to rebuild his hometown. Then, at this moment, a beautiful, wealthy young widow appeared. What was the point of that?
This kind of cliché was common enough. Following the script, the protagonist would naturally hook up with the pretty widow, win the beauty, and escape his predicament in one stroke.
The plot might have been cliché, but it was satisfying.
But where in reality could such good fortune exist? It was all nothing more than a carefully arranged script.
Seeing that Bai Ye remained unmoved, Li Manyu's gaze turned somewhat resentful. She could only take matters into her own hands.
"You say my assets were stolen after I killed my husband? Then let me ask you: after I took over Qin Group, its assets grew more than tenfold. Was that stolen too?"
Madam Cheng's fat face twisted slightly as she opened her mouth to curse.
But Li Manyu was a step faster.
"Madam Cheng, don't forget—whose projects is your husband's construction crew working on now?"
Madam Cheng's curse lodged directly in her throat. Her face flushed red, and her plump finger trembled as it pointed at Li Manyu, yet she could not utter a single word.
"Hmph." Li Manyu gave a soft snort, her trailing tone seductive.
Holding her wineglass, she ignored Madam Cheng's furious stare and elegantly sat down beside Bai Ye.
Then, with the bearing of a