These past years, Lei Wuye seldom showed his face, spending most of his time at his seaside fishing estate, living as if he were in seclusion.
It appeared tranquil, as if he were a hermit detached from worldly concerns, but in reality, his desire for power had not diminished in the slightest.
From his picturesque hideaway, he still remotely controlled the operations of his industries, issuing commands and making judgments. It was as if visible shackles had transformed into invisible reins, entwined around the neck of every person who worked in the shadows.
The last time he appeared was several months ago, during the inauguration ceremony of the new Governor. At that time, Mr. Lei Wuye, representing the citizens, shook hands with the Governor, smiling harmoniously on camera.
But in such a short time, he had been admitted to the ICU.
This was utterly unbelievable at first.
Yet as incredible as it was, it seemed somewhat believable.
