Meanwhile, the light in Jiang Tianhao's bedroom was still on.
It had been a while since he had last been seen, and Jiang Tianhao had actually grown a thin mustache. The sharp, overbearing air he once radiated had almost completely faded.
Only the occasional glint in his eyes remained, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.
"Knock, knock, knock... knock... knock..." Just then, a rhythmic knock sounded at the door.
Jiang Tianhao's expression shifted slightly before he said softly, betraying nothing, "Come in."
"Creak..." The door was pushed open a crack from outside. Steward Zhao slipped into the room, glanced around, and carefully closed the door behind him.
"Uncle Zhao, are you worried someone might be watching me even in here?" Jiang Tianhao asked with a smile.
"Better safe than sorry..." Steward Zhao said seriously. "You can never be too careful..."
"Mm." Jiang Tianhao smiled and nodded. "You're right, Uncle Zhao..."
Then he continued, "Uncle Zhou, have you come with news about Fatty Zhou?"
Steward Zhao walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down before continuing, "I used every connection I had, but I still couldn't find Fatty Zhou. I also questioned everyone who was at the company that day. They all said they hadn't seen him. It's really strange."
Jiang Tianhao frowned, then asked, "What about the money in the company account?"
"Two hundred million M dollars are missing..." Then Steward Zhao frowned and asked quietly, "Do you think Ouyang Hai might have killed Fatty Zhou?"
"No..." A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Tianhao's mouth.
"Hm?" Steward Zhao asked in confusion. "How do you know, Young Master Jiang?"
"Heh..." Jiang Tianhao said pointedly, "Clearly, Fatty Zhou abused his position and transferred five hundred million M dollars