The city streets blurred past as I gripped the steering wheel, knuckled white, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
My Lamborghini Urus moved through the traffic like a predator - overtaking cars,forcing gaps, taking risks.I didn't cared.
I was on autopilot, a man possessed, every fiber of me being burning with a single thought:
"KILL HIM".
I parked in front of a sleek high-rise, Cheng's penthouse.
The doorman recognized me instantly ,his eyes widening at my disheveled appearance.My shirt was creased, my hands still stained faintly with blood.
I strided past without a word, keycard already in hand.
The elevator doors slide open onto the penthouse's pristine marble foyer.
Mo Cheng sat casually on the sofa, legs crossed, a glass of wine in hand as if nothing has changed.
He looked up the moment I entered.
He smirked when he saw me, taking a slow sip, as I slammed the door shut behind me.
"You look... passionate,"
His voice was calm and amused, setting the glass down with deliberate care.
His tailored suit hugs his frame perfectly, not a wrinkle in sight. His sharp eyes tracked my every movement as I stepped closer, boots clicking against the polished floor.
"Cheng."
My voice dangerous, controlled but shaking at the edges.
"You sold my company. You destroyed everything I built !"
"yes,I did"
he replied without any hesitation And a smirk.
Something inside me snapped.
I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward.
The glass of wine shattering in the bright velvet carpet.
You don't even deny it?!"
His fingers curled around my wrist, not to stop me—just holding me there.
His breath brushed against my face as he spoke, calm and unbothered.
"I never denied anything."
His cologne permeating the air between me, leather and something woody, intoxicating, dangerous ,even now.
My grip tightened.
"You had no right,"
I snarled, shaking him.
"After everything I've done for you."