Rain‑laced wind rattled the windows of Gu Tower's highest boardroom. The city skyline beyond the glass walls shimmered under streetlamps, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Lin Anran stood at the head of the long mahogany table, arms crossed, eyes on the two directors seated at the far end. Beside her, Gu Jinci's presence was a steady anchor—broad shoulders squared, gaze unwavering.
On the polished table lay the evidence dossier: security footage from the private clinic, mortuary confessions, financial records, and Bai Yue's coerced flash‑drive confession. Tonight's board meeting had been called under the guise of a routine strategy session; in reality, it was the culmination of five years of deceit.
Gu stood, clearing his throat. “Thank you all for coming. Before we proc
