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Chapter 41: Yi Hong

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Despite her desire to leave, Shen Wan hadn’t reached the point of losing her sanity.

She fully understood her present circumstances. Without financial resources or influential connections, what reason did she have to contend with Shen Qian?

But-

Just because she couldn’t do it, didn’t mean others couldn’t.

After Shen Qian arrived in Beihai, the vice president of the subsidiary personally greeted him at the airport.

For this seaside resort development project, Tian Shui Real Estate and several cooperating companies registered a new company in Beihai. Since Shen Qian held the largest share and was the project leader, the new company was temporarily under the umbrella of Tian Shui.

“Mr. Shen.” The man stepped forward with a respectful attitude.

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“Ah Hui, you’ve worked hard. Tell me on the way.”

Liu Hui took Shen Qian’s luggage from his hands and handed it to his secretary. Then, they walked side by side out of the arrival hall.

Opening the car door, the two men got in.

Liu Hui instructed the driver, “Let’s go.”

As the car smoothly left, Shen Qian suddenly spoke, “What do you think about losing the bid this time?”

Liu Hui hesitated for a moment. “I suspect there’s a mole in the company leaking our floor price.”

“A mole?” Shen Qian raised an eyebrow, his tone icy, making it hard to discern his true emotions.

Liu Hui’s scalp tingled, but he managed to keep his composure. “If it weren’t for someone knowing our floor price in advance, how could Hengyi bid exactly two million higher? Even a fortune teller couldn’t have predicted it so accurately!”

Shen Qian chuckled and looked at him. “So, who do you think the mole is?”

Liu Hui took a moment to think, then explained, “The bid proposal underwent three rounds of revisions before we settled on the final price. In the period leading up to its submission, it was mainly managed by senior executives. If we examine each one individually, we should be able to pinpoint the individual responsible.”

“Good, 1’11 leave this matter to you. 1 want to see results within three days.”

Liu Hui’s eyelid twitched. “This…”

“Is there a problem?”

“…In theory, I was also involved in the bid proposal. To be cautious, 1 think it’s best if 1 avoid any suspicion.”

Shen Qian patted his shoulder, his smile filled with depth. “1 absolutely trust you, All Hui. Don’t let me down, okay?”

Liu Hui smiled gratefully and hid his inner turmoil.

Beachfront hotel, penthouse suite.

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the couple entwined in the Kingsize bed.

The woman was awake, nestled against the man’s shoulder, displaying a sweet and affectionate demeanor.

Soon, the man woke up too.

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“Mr. Yi, why not sleep a little longer?”

“Get up.”

“Ah Hong…” The woman’s lips parted slightly, her voice taking on a coquettish tone, a tone that could easily tempt any man, especially in the early morning.

However, Yi Hong remained unmoved, his voice rough. “Don’t make me say it a second time.”

The woman stiffened all over and hurriedly moved away from him. She blinked with a touch of grievance in her eyes but received no attention from the man.

Yi Hong sat up, and the comforter slid down, revealing his tanned chest, chiseled muscles, and distinct veins.

After getting dressed, he took out a bank card from his pocket, tossed it onto the woman, and then left without hesitation.

The woman watched his retreating figure for a moment, sighing softly.

She felt a bit lost but quickly cheered up when her gaze fell on the shiny gold bank card.

Regardless of how remarkable a man might be, money held even greater power.

Yi Hong drove onto the elevated expressway, circled around the roundabout, and merged onto Bincheng Road.

The hangover pounded in his head, and he had just been with a woman. Approaching forty, it felt markedly different from his younger years.

During a red light, he lit a cigarette and took a few deep drags, finally feeling a bit more awake..