At the villa on the outskirts of the city.
An Nanxu glanced at her phone, threw away her cigar, and looked at Mo Chen mockingly.
"There's no need to wait. Your Dai'er won't be coming back. My men have already succeeded. She's dead for sure."
Her assistant sent her a message. Ning Dai had entered the blue hotel. Her men were already waiting there. As soon as Ning Dai checked in, they would immediately take action.
How could a woman escape from premeditated murder?
"I don't believe it."
Mo Chen's cold words were the only response to her.
"It's alright, I have plenty of time to waste with you."
An Nanxu playfully patted his face and ordered her subordinates to drag him to a wheelchair. "Follow me to the station to sign and take a photo. I'll let you be my husband in name and give the Mo family shares."
Mo Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.
