Splayed out in front of Yan Juanjuan was a stack of documents. Meanwhile, the woman had also gathered several men. At this moment, Yan Juanjuan realized she had left the large courtyard and was now in another place. The surroundings were elegant, like a high-end club, but today there were no guests, no staff, just an empty space. "Do you think by killing me and pinning the evidence on me, they'll believe it?"
"They're not idiots, and we're not stupid either. Without some real evidence, how can they believe it?" the woman chuckled. "Right now, everyone outside only knows that the president of Hengfei Group is suspected of illegal land transactions, involved in tax evasion scandals, and in hiding. Your own issues are numerous, and no one cares what's true or false. The police look at the evidence."
"What are you planning to do?"
