The air in the Mo Corporation lobby was thick with whispers. They followed Qingxue like a cold, invisible cloud. She walked beside Mo Chen, her head held high, but every step felt heavy. The low murmurs of "traitor" and "sold us out" were like tiny daggers, a constant reminder of Ye Wan's latest move.
Mo Chen, lost in the dark storm of his own thoughts about the company, didn't notice the strange tension. He didn't see the disgusted looks on his employees' faces. He just kept walking, his jaw set, his mind on the looming corporate crisis.
They reached the private elevator, and Mo Chen pressed the button, not looking at her. The silence between them was heavy, filled with his worry and her growing dread. The doors slid open, and they stepped inside.
"Mo Chen," she began, her voice low. "I need to tell you.."
