Su Ye's jaw hardened. "Who?"
"Our people are still investigating," the assistant replied carefully. "But we haven't been able to identify who intended to harm Mr. Mo."
"Dig deeper," he ordered, his voice stripped of any warmth.
"Yes, Boss." A brief pause followed before the assistant continued, "But we did uncover one detail. It appears Mr. Mo's presence at that location was… purely coincidental. He wasn't trying to stalk Madam."
Su Ye's eyes narrowed. Coincidence?
The word tasted false.
He turned slowly, his gaze piercing through the glass wall to the bedroom beyond. Tang Xiyu lay asleep on the bed, unaware of the storm gathering around her. His hand rose, fingers pressing against the glass, tracing her silhouette as if the barrier didn't exist, as if the world itself had no right to stand between them.
"Are you certain?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, Boss."
