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Iceberg Female CEO's Unparalleled War King

The retired soldier king, Han Yu, never dreamed that simply going to a hotel to interview for a bodyguard position would lead to............ Han Yu felt helpless, "Miss Lin, I'm sorry......." Lin Qingya was both embarrassed and angry, "Sorry? Is sorry useful? Kneel down for me!" ...... The next day, a photo of Miss Lin of Lin Corporation passionately kissing a stranger exploded across the city. Every street and alley buzzed with talk of how the Iceberg Female CEO was nothing more than a hypocrite in public, secretly keeping who knows how many lovers. At the board meeting of Lin Corporation, the directors united to pressure her, demanding her resignation from the company because of the damage to the corporation's reputation caused by Lin Qingya. For her own honor and the reputation of Lin Corporation, Lin Qingya dialed that man's number. "Hello, Han Yu, it's me, Lin Qingya." "Meet me at the civil affairs office in half an hour, I'm going to marry you!" With his medical diagnosis in hand, Han Yu said, "I'm sorry, but I refuse!"

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Chapter 314: You Damn Murderer

Facing Qiao Wenbin's response, Han Yu didn't answer. He walked to the side, glanced at the tripod, took the DSLR camera off it, and reviewed the footage he had just shot.

When he saw Qiao Wenbin brutally assaulting Lin Qingya and attempting to bully her, flames seemed to burst from Han Yu's eyes.

He took a deep breath and stared fixedly at Qiao Wenbin.

As if sensing the intense murderous aura emanating from Han Yu, Qiao Wenbin scrambled up from the ground and dashed out of the room, constantly screaming, "Murder! Help! Help..."

It was quite ironic, just minutes ago, he mocked Yang Hongxia for crying for help, and now he was shouting for help like her.

Swish!

A pitch-black object mixed with the sound of whooshing air smashed into Qiao Wenbin's calf.

Qiao Wenbin didn't notice it in time, got hit in the leg, and immediately fell to the ground.

The pitch-black object was the camera's tripod.