The city did not sleep that night.
News about Lan continued to spread.
Every channel carried the same story.
Fraud. Betrayal. Hidden networks.
Her name fell from grace in a matter of hours.
But something was wrong.
Too smooth.
Too clean.
As if everything had been prepared for this exact moment.
At Nguyen Group, Khang stood in his office, looking at the report on his desk.
“Still no trace?” he asked.
The assistant shook his head.
“No, sir. She disappeared completely.”
Khang’s gaze darkened.
“That’s impossible.”
Lan was not someone who would run without a plan.
Which meant one thing.
She was being protected.
“Check all external connections,” Khang said.
“Anyone she has worked with in the past three years.”
“Yes, sir.”
The assistant hesitated.
“There is one more thing.”
