Lin Lang wanted to explain.
Because the moment he saw Lin Shi sitting beside Old Master Lin, he had sharply sensed that something was wrong.
At the same time, he suspected that Lin Shi and Yan Xianjue had joined forces to set him up.
But he quickly dismissed that possibility.
He had already had a private detective investigate any connection between Lin Shi and Yan Xianjue.
No matter how he looked at it, the two had more friction than common ground. There was simply no possibility of cooperation between them.
Then Lin Shi's reach must have extended far enough.
The thought sent a chill through him, and he prepared to investigate Lin Shi's private influence later.
Also, he was beginning to wonder whether that idiot Lin Rui had left Lin Shi some hidden trump card.
His thoughts raced, but his immediate priority was getting away from the old master.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Lang decisively chose a half-truth. "Dad, I went to Harbor City to discuss business, but I ran into Yan Xianjue at the club. He saw us at the gambling table and came over to play a couple of hands out of curiosity..."
Old Master Lin sat with his eyes half-closed, both hands clasped over the head of his cane. "What do you intend to do about the 750 million?"
He did not respond to Lin Lang's words, nor did he wish to hear his explanation. Realizing this, Lin Lang's heart tightened. It was not a good sign.
His knees involuntarily shuffled two steps forward as he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll find a way to resolve this."
Old Master Lin made the final decision. "Come back to Lin Corporation after you've settled this matter."
Lin Lang cried out in disbelief, "Dad?"
Ignoring his look