Qiao Yu stood in Chi He's presidential suite, a cigarette poised between her fingers.
Months ago, whenever she faced Chi He, her hatred was so fierce she'd nearly tear a piece of flesh from him. Now, she managed a facade of calm.
"What do you want with Yu'er?"
Chi He knew he owed Qiao Yu a sincere apology—a long-overdue one.
"For what happened back then, I can never atone. But if you're willing to accept, I'm ready to relinquish my shares in Chi Corporation…"
Qiao Yu cut him off impatiently.
"I asked you why you're seeking out my daughter, not for your evasions. Are you guilty?"
Chi He wasn't guilty; he only felt he owed Qiao Yu an apology. But since she insisted on addressing this directly...
"Yu'er is still alive. How could I resist seeing her?"
Qiao Yu sneered, "You've seen her. So, what now?"
