Your Weakness Is in My Hands

“Boss, Zhong Linghui drove off in your Mercedes.” “Let her. It’s not like I’m short one car.” “Chairman, the report I spent over a month working on was thrown into the fishpond by Zhong Linghui.” “Good. Who did you think you could fool with that same old nonsense?” “Chairman Yu, Zhong Linghui is talking nonsense in the newspaper again, saying you’ve done something bad.” “I did those things. She didn’t make anything up.” Ever since Zhong Linghui joined the group, Yu Hao, once aloof, arrogant, and untouchably superior, has become as docile as a child, indulging her at every turn and forgiving everything she does. Everyone is left dumbfounded, unable to make heads or tails of it. Could this woman be poisonous? Has she bewitched the chairman? In the villa, Yun Fengyin swirled the wine in her glass, leaned toward someone, and smiled sweetly as she asked, “You’re using my AI as a cover, putting on an act for them, aren’t you?” “What?” The person raised a sharp brow and protested indignantly. “That’s rich, accusing me of what you’re doing. Aren’t you the one using me as a cover?” The warmth of their intimacy in one hand, the other holding the power to decide the other’s fate. It may look like a passionate romance, but in truth, it is a contest in which life and death are the stakes.