Zhao's Group's anniversary celebration was imminent, and the entire group was busy preparing for the grand event. Behind this, an even greater storm was brewing.
Lana stood in Zhao Wenkang's private office, sipping her red wine, her eyes fixed on the bustling city outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The corners of her mouth curled into an inscrutable smile. She knew that her years of patience were finally about to pay off.
As Zhao Wenkang's mistress, she was a glamorous woman in the eyes of outsiders, successful in her career, beautiful, and even able to wield some real power in Zhao's Group. However, only she knew that she had been living under Zhao Wenkang's oppression for years, deprived of even the right to choose her own freedom. Her success was earned through blood, sweat, and grievances, not through Zhao Wenkang's protection.
Her fingertips tapped lightly on the glass, recalling the information she had gathered. Recently, Zhao Wenkang's enemies—the Xiao organization—were planning an assassination, and Lin Zhe, Iron Fist, and Shui She were likely the undercover agents lurking within Zhao's Group.
"A woman's intuition never fails." She chuckled, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
She wouldn't expose them. She needed the Xiao organization to eliminate Zhao Wenkang for her, and she was secretly arranging a "backup plan." If the Xiao organization failed, her people would immediately deliver the final blow and frame them, turning the police's attention entirely to the Xiao organization. She herself would be able to walk away from the chaos unscathed, and even take control of Zhao Wenkang's estate.
Her forces were already secretly mobilized—
Shadow Guards, her personal bodyguards and assassins, were on standby, ready to take lives silently at her command.
Informants, her eyes and ears, were spread throughout Zhao's Group, ensuring she could grasp any movement at the celebration.
Financial Stewards, responsible for managing part of Zhao Wenkang's funds, ready to transfer assets to her name immediately after his death.
Mastermind, assisting her in planning the operation, ensuring everything was foolproof.
She swirled the wine glass gently, watching the liquid ripple, like the upcoming celebration—calm on the surface, but with undercurrents surging beneath.
"Zhao Wenkang, after waiting for so many years, it's your turn to taste what it's like to be manipulated." She murmured, her voice as cold as the night.
She picked up her phone and sent a message.
—Operation begins.