The dim glow of her phone was the only light in the darkened bedroom. Feng Ruoxi sat on the edge of the bed, her posture relaxed but her mind sharp, calculating. Outside, the stillness of the night wrapped around the Jiang villa, but inside her mind, a storm was brewing. She had spent her entire life learning to read people, to see patterns and connections where others saw only chaos. And now, everything she had learned as a former spy and assassin was telling her that something was very wrong within the Jiang Group.
She tapped her finger lightly on the edge of her phone as her eyes scanned the latest series of reports from the company. Delays, miscommunications, and shifting resources—it all added up to one thing: sabotage. Someone was orchestrating a deliberate campaign to destabilize Jiang Yukang's leadership, and she was beginning to suspect who.