"Not only that, after the mission failed, Mr. Jinchen only received the message that day that, besides Guan Mai Pier, none of the Yu family’s other ports were calm. Yu Xiuzhun clearly made adjustments in advance."

Yao said unwillingly.

They had been keeping such a close watch, but Yu Xiuzhun still managed to ship the cargo right under their noses.

"Mr. Jie, should we notify Mr. Jinchen to deploy more people to keep an eye on him?"

"Do you know how many ports the Yu family has in Southeast Asia? Without concrete evidence, the police can only assign a limited number of people to Ning Yanan. Even if everyone is sent out, Yu Xiuzhun could very likely receive the news and terminate the transaction in advance, making them all run in vain. At that point, if nothing is found after alerting so many people, the first one to suffer will be Ning Yanan."

Dan Hanjie’s sinister eyes narrowed, his long fingers propped on his forehead, casually tracing his brow with his index finger, his lips curling upwards.

"Where is Yu Xiuzhun now?"

"Upon arriving in America today, he immediately went to the Ye Corporation." Yao reported respectfully.

"What did you say?" Qin Youxuan’s nerves tensed.

"As soon as Yu Xiuzhun’s private jet arrived in Washington, it headed directly to the Ye Corporation. Calculating the time, he should be there by now."

...

Ye Corporation.

"Miss, this is the file just sent over by the Planning Department, hoping we can cooperate on this issue’s theme design." The secretary entered with the materials, respectfully walking over to Ye Mingmei.

"...Let me see the file." Ye Mingmei raised her head from the desk, her gentle gaze seemed a bit unfocused. Upon hearing the secretary’s words, she put down her pen and flipped through the materials twice.

"This can be done. Make a few photocopies of this file and give them to the other colleagues in the team, have them prepare, and we’ll have a meeting to discuss the theme design content this afternoon."

"Yes." The secretary took the file, nodded, and then withdrew.

Ye Mingmei was left alone in the office.

She reached out to grab her pen and continued reviewing the documents, but the densely packed words became indecipherable after less than ten seconds.

On the calendar beside her, a special day was circled in red.

It was the eighteenth.

A day that had already passed.

Ye Mingmei’s eyes froze, her hand gripping the pen tightened suddenly, her face instantly becoming very grim.

Yu Xiuzhun...

This name flashed through her mind, but it was her chest that inexplicably began to ache.

It’s been a month, and she hadn’t seen Yu Xiuzhun again.

The demon who always liked to entangle her seemed to have disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a nightmare she had already awakened from.

She should be happy.

Yet, every time the secretary reminded her that the calendar should be flipped to the next month, she stubbornly insisted on leaving it on the previous month.

Every day she looked at the eighteenth, constantly wondering, Yu Xiuzhun didn’t come to her because something happened...

Since leaving the Yu Family Villa, she had been filled with anxiety and fear, worried about Yu Xiuzhun’s retaliation.

She counted day by day, and somehow, a month had passed.

Time flies so fast.

"Tear——"

Ye Mingmei suddenly reached out, tore off the calendar page, crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Along with the eighteenth that was circled in red, it went into the trash.

If Yu Xiuzhun is willing to let her go, she should be happy.

Such a person, even if caught, he deserves it, she doesn’t need to worry about him.

Ye Mingmei took a deep breath, forced herself to stop overthinking, and reengaged in her work.

"Miss, downstairs, downstairs... a lot of cars have arrived!"