"Is all this really just a coincidence?" Liao Yijie muttered, his gaze falling upon the whiteboard before him. His deputy had already left.
On the board, several photographs were tacked up, but most were crossed out with a red pen. Only one remained untouched.
Looking at the person in the photo, Liao Yijie shivered uncontrollably, as if the figure was staring right back at him.
Liao Yijie didn't know much about these photographs. After all, just yesterday, when the Tufeng Group realized they could no longer clear their name after their criminal evidence was leaked, most of their senior executives had fled.
But now that the authorities had the evidence, Liao Yijie knew they wouldn't get far. However, they had taken countless other documents with them when they left. The chairman's office was almost completely empty, save for the whiteboard and the few photos on it.
