Xi Corporation's Headquarters, 14:20;
"Aargh!"
Xi Wei had just set the spoon down after feeding his sister-in-law when the sound tore through the cafeteria—Lin Yuxi's shriek, raw and desperate, as she was dragged across the polished floor and hurled unceremoniously at Xi Yuan's feet.
The cry seemed to reverberate against the walls, intensifying the suffocating silence already hanging in the air.
The King turned with deliberate calm, arms folding across his chest, his gaze settling upon the trembling figure sprawled before him. She looked less like an employee now, more like a condemned soul awaiting judgment.
Xi Yuan drew in a measured breath, his eyes hardening with a glacial chill—disgust, disappointment, disdain carved into every angle of his face.
It was not fury. Not wrath. That would have been a privilege. Not everyone was worthy of igniting the full blaze of his anger.
Instead, he pivoted with quiet precision, crossing the space to where Rong Xinghe sat.
