[Believe me? I can get Shao Ke to come down and see me with a single word!]
The message came from an anonymous number, accompanied by a photo of the entrance to the Shao Corporation.
A sudden sharpness flashed in Yan Ningke's eyes. The tone of the message was so familiar that he knew who it was without having to guess.
What a pest. Once he latched on, there was no shaking him off.
Liao Hai looked puzzled. "Bro?"
Yan Ningke leaned against the dressing table and turned to him. "Go handle things for a bit. I'll be right there."
Seemingly noticing something was off with his expression, Liao Hai took the makeup artist out with him, leaving Yan Ningke alone in the room.
Yan Ningke rolled his neck and narrowed his eyes at the mirror, thoughts turning over in his mind.
To threaten someone, you had to find their weakness, then strike a killing blow.
If Ji Wensheng had anything on Shao Ke, he wouldn't have waited until now to use it.
Besides, from what they knew, the two had barely had any contact after Shao Ke turned thirteen.
So, other than leverage, what else could it be?
Holding his phone, Yan Ningke swung it around in circles, his gaze unfocused.
At the height of panic, people could become inexplicably calm, their minds beginning to revisit scenes from the story.
Yan Ningke suddenly lifted his lowered eyes, unlocked his phone, and called Shao Ke.
The call connected within seconds.
Yan Ningke ran his tongue along the roots of his teeth, his tone indescribably solemn. "Do you trust me?"
The other man seemed to be in an elevator. Heavy breathing could faintly be heard.
"I do."
Yan Ningke's lips curved, but his eyes were cold and stern. "Good. Come pick