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Rong City, JW Marriott Hotel, inside an executive suite.
Shen Yuyan stared at the WhatsApp chat screen, but Tang Song's next reply was still nowhere to be seen.
She put down her phone, walked over to the huge floor‑to‑ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling stream of cars below. Her heart felt ice‑cold.
That unease circling in her chest was growing stronger and stronger.
There was one thing she hadn't lied about: last night, she really didn't sleep well, tossing and turning.
But it wasn't because the room was too big and scary, or because she was freezing—it was because she'd been frightened.
It had never crossed her mind that Tang Song's personal investment business would just… stop like that?!
Then what value did she have left?
