There was an old saying: it was easy to rise from poverty to luxury, but almost impossible to fall back.
If they were truly forced to abandon their current lives of excess—nightclubs, private clubs, imported wine, and endless indulgence—and return to a life spent worrying about bills and survival, they didn’t even need to imagine it.
Their mistresses alone would tear them apart alive, bones and all, without needing so much as a dipping sauce.
After a long silence, President Wan finally spoke. His face was dark, his voice low and heavy.
“The most important thing right now,” he said slowly, “is figuring out who is pulling the strings behind the scenes. Someone hired a top-tier expert to target us. The enemy is hidden, we’re exposed. That’s the real problem.”
He clenched his fist.
“When
