So who did it?
Jun Shang's eyes seemed fierce and cold as the monitor's light reflected off of them.
Whoever it was, once the culprit was caught, he would not have a bone left in his body. It would be better if Huang caught this person. If the unpredictable RJ Investments caught the man, there was no guarantee that he would survive. Jun Shang picked up his cellphone and pressed a button. The phone rang for a short while before the recipient answered the call.
– Director.
"Any news?"
– I'm sorry.
Jun Shang's hand clenched into a fist. He had handpicked the most talented people in China. How were they unable to find any trace of the culprit?
"Didn't he leave any message behind?"
– It was all done very cleanly. Also…
"What is it?"
– The more we look into the system, the only traces left behind belong to us.
"What?"
He couldn't believe it. The traces belonged to us?
"What kind of traces are they?"
– That is…
The man on the other end of the call hesitated.
"Who is it?"
– It's… Director's ID.
What? Jun Shang's face paled. What did he just say? Whose ID?
"Are you sure?"
– Yes.
This didn't make any sense.
How did my ID…?
This was absurd. He wasn't even in charge of the project in Tokyo.
The traces belonged not to his father, who was the Chinan leader of the consortium, but to him? How was his office ID, that only he knew, caught up in the incident in Tokyo? How did this person obtain his information?
For a moment, Jun Shang's face stiffened slightly.
Could it be…
He looked at the monitor. All of Huang's system was like a castle wall. The storage was installed behind it, so it was impossible for outsiders to access it. But what if the person was inside the castle? What if he was an insider? Was there someone inside the house that betrayed him? Or…?
Jun Shang sat back down at his desk and used his computer to access the surveillance recordings inside the house. A 3D blueprint of the house popped up and the status of all the cameras were indicated with a red dot.
He clicked on the camera in the western wing of the house. He saw YunXiao leaving the bathroom. The open bathroom door let out the remaining steam, and his wife was walking with her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. It all seemed like it was an animation on the monitor screen.
"Are all the electronic communications leaving and entering the house being recorded?
– Yes, that's correct.
"What does my wife's records say?"
– Please wait a moment.
In the short silence, Jun Shang watched his wife as she sat in front of the vanity. His wife was calmly looking into the mirror. Then she took off her bathrobe. Jun Shang's hand twitched as it held onto the phone.
He couldn't get a good look at his wife's nude body because her back was turned. However, he could still see her pale back and bottom through the monitor. Jun Shang's eyes were glued to the screen as she walked over to the dresser. Her wet hair flowing down her pale back, her round bottom, her long legs.
She bent down as she took out a slip from the dresser. She raised her arms as she put it on. The soft silk flowed down her back.
Instantly, a shudder went down Jun Shang's spine. He recalled the image of his wife bent over underneath him. Her pale back stretched along her pliant curves. Her untidy, soft hair. The warmth between her thighs trembling as it gripped his cock so tightly. Her fluids dripping down his own pubic hair…
– There isn't anything suspicious.
"Ah…"
Jun Shang recovered his senses.
– Director?