Days passed, and there was still no sign of Jiang Zhaohe.
Eventually, the general consensus in the headquarters was that she had simply figured out her game was up. She knew they were onto her double-dealing, realized she'd lost her leverage, and cut her losses to vanish into the wind.
Wenzhi, however, found the whole thing incredibly odd. If Zhaohe knew she was cornered, her typical MO would have been to pick a scorched-earth fight with Chenxi or attempt to destroy the underground city on her way out.
But then again, she wanted Sovereign for herself. She'd exposed that raw, ugly desire the exact moment she drove a blade into him. Leaving it entirely intact didn't sit right with him.
Throughout the week, the boardroom had been a war room. With the combined networks of spies, eyes, and informants everyone brought to the table, they had been meticulously mapping out an assault on the Capital to prevent any more catastrophic backlashes or surprise execution squads.
