The power that some Tycoons can wield is enough to make me, a commoner, tremble in fear.
But in the end, Wan Donglin had no choice but to show the video. Seeing Xixi safe and sound with his own eyes was the first step toward victory.
He turned around and saw the aloof expression on Wan Donglin's face. It wasn't a triumphant look, but a kind of arrogance that seeped from his very bones, silently proclaiming his supreme status, as if to say, Huang Xiaojue, you might as well give up; you are no match for me.
Unexpectedly, Huang Xiaojue walked back, stopping three steps away from Wan Donglin. Wan Donglin hadn't expected him to turn back, his brow furrowing slightly. But Huang Xiaojue spoke before he could, "Wan Donglin, don't think that wealth and power give you carte blanche. What does all your power amount to? Yan Xixi will never love you. Even if you imprison her, can you imprison her heart? Do you really believe you can make her truly love you?"
