"I heard he just stumbled upon a voice recorder. He thought it was broken, but he wanted to make sure, to see if it worked or not. But when he turned on the recorder, the conversation that came from it was shocking to him!"
What Xia Moliang had been hearing was nothing but filthy, venomous, malicious, that she was a femme fatale, and so on—every conceivable insult had been hurled at her. Additionally, the board meetings had turned into a messy expose of familial dirty laundry between the Zi and Xia families.
She hung her head low, her expression obscured from view. Yet her hands, clenched into fists so tight that blood seeped out, betrayed the fury and resentment boiling within her.
Why had all these things suddenly come to light?
Just days ago, why did she blurt out the carefully crafted plans against Xiao Yao in a crowd—how could that have happened?
