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Limitless headquarters building.

Top floor, CEO's office.

This is the best view in the entire City A.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows act like a transparent barrier, keeping the bustling traffic and the lights of countless homes below at bay.

Standing here and looking down, pedestrians and vehicles appear as tiny as ants.

Jiang Ci stood by the window.

He was holding a glass of ice water.

My fingertips touched the condensed water droplets, the coolness seeping into my bones.

There was a knock on the office door.

The three tones are very rhythmic.

"Enter."

Jiang Ci did not turn around.

The assistant walked in.

It wasn't Zhang Annian, but a senior assistant whom Jiang Ci later poached with a high salary. He was extremely efficient, like an emotionless machine, which perfectly matched Jiang Ci's current style.

"General Manager Jiang."

The assistant walked to the desk and bowed slightly.

"Found it."

"Miss Wen landed two hours ago, and Zhou Xu picked her up from the airport."

"Currently, we are staying at a budget hotel in the west of the city. We have not stayed at the Zhou family's residence, nor have we visited any properties under Zhou Xu's name."

Jiang Ci looked at the flowing light and shadow outside the window.

A sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Budget hotel?

She was once a pampered heiress, a spoiled brat who only stayed in five-star hotels and wore haute couture.

You're actually staying in a budget hotel now?

Is this a staged act of self-inflicted suffering?

Or is it to gain someone's sympathy?

"Why did she come back this time?"

Jiang Ci turned around and sat down behind his desk.

The black leather seats made his expression appear even colder and more stern.

The assistant handed over an investigation report.

"The Zhou Group's financial crisis can no longer be concealed. Miss Wen's main purpose in returning this time is to hold a solo art exhibition."

"The curators have already started promoting the exhibition; the theme is 'rebirth'."

"According to inside sources, several of her representative works will be auctioned at the art exhibition, and the proceeds... are likely to be used to fill the Zhou family's financial hole."

"Fill the hole?"

Jiang Ci chuckled softly.

The smile didn't reach his eyes; only a chilling aura remained.

"How could a few paintings possibly clean up the mess Zhou Xu made?"

"She's still so naive."

"Or rather... how foolish."

For a stepbrother with no blood relation.

For the family that had exploited her like vampires.

She's actually willing to put herself up for auction like a commodity?

What about back then?

Back then, she wouldn't have endured even the slightest hardship for him.

They even trampled his sincere heart to pieces.

This stark contrast.

This caused the fire that had been suppressed in Jiang Ci's heart for three years to instantly ignite into a raging inferno.

That's jealousy.

It's also hatred.

"Pass the word down."

Jiang Ci slammed the water glass in his hand down on the table.

Water splashed out.

"Close the net."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a bloody undertone.

"They snatched away all the life-saving investors the Zhou family was negotiating with."

"The bank has sent someone to speak to them and intensify their loan collection efforts."

"I will make sure Zhou Xu has nowhere to turn within three days."

The assistant was taken aback.

"President Jiang, isn't this... pushing us too hard?"

"A cornered dog will do the opposite; the Zhou family still has some resources..."

"Inherited heritage?"

Jiang Ci raised his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"In the face of absolute capital, cultural heritage is a joke."

He leaned back in his chair.

Long, slender fingers were crossed and rested on his knees.

Like a patient, ruthless hunter watching his prey walk step by step into a trap he has already laid.

"Block all the roads."

I want her to know.

"In City A."

"She had no other choice but to beg me."

The bird that flew away.

Now that you're back.

Then forget about flying out again.

This time, he would personally break her wings and lock her in the cage she had once discarded like trash.

"Yes."

The assistant accepted the order and turned to leave.

The office door closed again.

Silence returned.

Jiang Ci did not continue working.

He opened the drawer on the right side of his desk, a drawer that was usually locked.

There were no confidential documents inside.

There was no seal either.

There are only two things.

He seemed out of place.

It was the same, a transparent specimen box.

Inside was a dried-out, faded rose.

That was three years ago, during that unpleasant date, when she casually picked a flower from a roadside flowerbed and gave it to him.

At that time, she said, "Jiang Ci, doesn't this flower look like me? It has thorns."

Another one.

It's a photograph.

That photo was taken from the back of the oil painting "Reliance".

Black marker writing.

【sorry】

Jiang Ci took out the photo.

He rubbed his fingertips hard against those three words.

These three years.

Whenever he was tired, weary, or had a soft heart.

He would then take out this photo and look at it.

Look at this belated and meaningless apology.

See how it becomes a joke, mocking his deep affection back then.

"sorry?"

Jiang Ci looked at the photo and murmured to himself.

The voice was deep and low, like a whisper from hell.

"Wen Ning".

"This time."

"I do not accept the apology."

He threw the photo back into the drawer.

With a "snap".

Close it forcefully.

On the desktop.

There was a latest financial magazine on the table.

He's the person on the cover.

A man in a black suit, with a cold gaze, against the backdrop of the towering Limitless Tower.

The title is in large, gold-embossed letters:

Jiang Ci: The Ruthless Helmsman of a Business Empire

Jiang Ci glanced at the title.

Cold-blooded?

pretty good.

If he had been cold-blooded enough back then, he wouldn't have been so badly hurt.

If he had the power he has now, she wouldn't have dared to trample on his dignity like that.

He stood up.

Walk to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking towards the west of the city in the distance—that was the location of the budget hotel where she was staying.

Night falls.

As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle.

The entire city shimmered beneath his feet.

"this time."

Jiang Ci pressed his palm against the cold glass.

Bring your five fingers together.

It was as if they wanted to hold the distant lights, along with the woman, in their palms.

"Let's see where you run now."