Li Lanxiang had never planned to run.
That plane ticket was not a ticket to escape. She was going to scout out a place: somewhere livable, easy to immigrate to, with a good climate, prosperity, safety, and freedom. Her plan spanned at least five years. She would not touch a cent of that three billion in cryptocurrency within those five years.
If five years were not enough, then ten.
Run? That was what fools chose when they had no options left. Why would she do that?
Resigning was part of the plan too. Without resigning, she could not get another country's passport, and all her time would remain tied up. She was actually reluctant to leave the job. It was such good cover. If it had not stood in her way, she would have put off resigning until the final year.
After leaving Li Xiude's villa for the last time, Li Lanxiang drove home.
She did not rest. She went straight to the bedroom, opened the safe, and took out her notebook. She had recorded so much in it, densely packed in her neat, beautiful handwriting. Every page held her painstaking work.
She carefully read it from beginning to end, going over the final plan in particular again and again.
She hated to part with it!
But she had to!
She closed the notebook and put it into a bag along with the laptop she had plugged the cold wallet into.
This time, she had listened to Dong Hongmei. When she first dealt with Zhou Qiang, that notebook really had been a vulnerability.
She had reviewed everything. She absolutely could not make the same mistake twice.
Early the next morning, she bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
The cemetery on the hill behind the funeral home was quiet, with few