You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

A mole?

"impossible!"

Ye Qingcheng retorted instinctively, her voice trembling slightly without her even realizing it.

"Every servant and bodyguard in the villa is either a long-time employee of my father's or someone who has been with me for over ten years!"

"They could never betray me!"

This was her last bit of pride and confidence as Queen Ye.

She could accept any conspiracy or trickery from the outside, but she couldn't believe that the kingdom she had built was already rotten inside.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen let out a cold laugh full of mockery.

"elder?"

He walked up to Ye Qingcheng, his gaze sharp, as if he could pierce through all her pretenses.

"Besides you, the owner, the only people who have access to the blueprints for the core HVAC system of this mansion are your closest 'elders'."

"Besides..."

Lin Chen's tone became playful.

"When faced with absolute self-interest, there is no such thing as loyalty."

After saying that, he ignored Ye Qingcheng's ever-changing expression, walked straight out of the study, and gave brief orders to the servants and bodyguards who were in a mess outside.

"Everyone, assemble in the living room."

……

Ten minutes later.

The spacious and luxurious living room on the first floor of the villa was brightly lit.

All the servants, including the cook, gardener, and driver, along with the "Black Shield" security guards who had just been humiliated by Lin Chen, totaling more than twenty people, stood silently in two rows.

Everyone's face was filled with lingering fear and bewilderment.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Just then, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a well-fitting butler's uniform, stepped forward with a face full of grief and indignation.

It was none other than Uncle Fu, the old butler of the Ye family.

He was heartbroken and indignant, pounding his chest.

"What kind of heartless beast would dare to do such a thing to Miss!"

"If my Uncle Fu finds out, he'll be the first one to be skinned alive!"

His unwavering loyalty brought tears to the eyes of several young maids and softened Ye Qingcheng's expression slightly.

However, Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled lazily from one end of the line to the other.

[Master-level Micro-expression Analysis], now open!

His gaze slowly swept across each person's face.

The pupils contracted, the eyebrows twitched slightly, and the corners of the mouth twitched.

fear.

Worry.

confused.

gloat.

Even the most subtle emotional fluctuations are laid bare in his eyes.

At last.

Lin Chen stopped in front of Uncle Fu, who was still giving a passionate speech.

Uncle Fu's performance continued, but the moment Lin Chen's gaze fell on him, his voice faltered almost imperceptibly.

Lin Chen's eyes were calm and expressionless, yet they seemed to possess a power that could see right through people's hearts.

Uncle Fu's eyes began to flicker. He subconsciously avoided Lin Chen's gaze, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

A swallowing motion.

His left hand, resting on the seam of his trousers, began to unconsciously rub his thumb and forefinger together rapidly.

This is a typical behavior of someone trying to relieve inner stress through small movements under extreme tension.

found it.

Lin Chen sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

Suddenly, without warning, he let out a furious shout at Uncle Fu!

"How much!"

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding loudly in the deathly silent living room!

Uncle Fu's already tense body jerked violently as if he had been electrocuted!

His face turned deathly pale instantly, but he still forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Advisor Lin... what are you saying? I don't understand..."

"Can't understand?"

Lin Chen sneered, suddenly reached out and grabbed Uncle Fu's trembling right hand with lightning speed, raising it high.

"Uncle Fu, this hand injury must be an old problem you've had for many years, right?"

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Lin Chen pointed to Uncle Fu's somewhat deformed knuckles.

"Severe rheumatoid arthritis, accompanied by symptoms of early Parkinson's syndrome."

Lin Chen's tone was as certain as if he were reading a diagnostic report.

"With hands like that, let alone holding a teacup, they'd probably tremble even holding chopsticks."

He released his grip, his gaze sweeping across the ceiling, and said meaningfully.

"So, you really don't have the ability to set up those kinds of precision poison needle mechanisms that require extreme stability in narrow ventilation ducts."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu visibly relaxed, his tense body relaxing considerably.

Those around them also looked enlightened; it turned out they had made a mistake.

Ye Qingcheng's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, somewhat puzzled by Lin Chen's intentions.

However, the next second, Lin Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a terrifying light burst forth from his deep pupils, as if he wanted to nail Fu Bo's soul to the ground!

"So, you weren't the one who did it."

Lin Chen's tone suddenly changed, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, menacing and menacing!

"But! Only you have access to the villa's most crucial secret—the HVAC system blueprints from when it was built twenty years ago!"

He took a step forward, and the powerful pressure caused Uncle Fu to uncontrollably retreat, his back slamming heavily against the wall!

"When I shouted 'How much?' just now, your pupils dilated for a moment, and what flashed in your eyes wasn't the fear of being wronged, but the greed of having your secret exposed!"

Lin Chen's voice was cold and ruthless.

"You don't have the guts to kill."

"But you sold Ye Qingcheng's daily schedule, along with that death-defying blueprint, to someone else!"

At this moment, Uncle Fu's psychological defenses were completely and utterly shattered!

His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face drained of color, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"I...I didn't...I didn't know he was an assassin!"

He burst into tears and cried incoherently.

"It's Young Master Zhao... yes, it's Young Master Zhao Tianba!"

"He gave me five million, saying he just wanted to hire someone to act out a little accident so he could have a chance to be a hero and win your favor, Miss!"

"How could I know... how could I know that the people he hired would be real assassins! I really didn't know, Miss!!"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this incredible reversal.

Ye Qingcheng swayed, almost unable to stand.

She stared in disbelief at Uncle Fu, who had watched her grow up, lying paralyzed on the ground, weeping bitterly.

For a mere five million...

He actually betrayed himself.

A chilling cold, accompanied by endless disappointment, overwhelmed her heart.

Lin Chen looked at Uncle Fu, who was limp as a rag doll, and then glanced at the mess left by the foolish rich second-generation Zhao Tianba. His eyes were icy cold.

He quickly pieced together the whole story.

That idiot Zhao Tianba tried to bribe the butler to stage a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama.

As a result, the "actor" he found was secretly replaced by the real top assassin, "The Joker."

"The Joker" turned the tables, using the opportunity provided by Zhao Tianba and the information betrayed by Uncle Fu to perfectly plan the assassination.

One link leads to another.

What a perfect example of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

A hero saves the damsel in distress?

He slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Qingcheng, whose face was pale and whose eyes were empty.

"Since they like acting."

"Then we'll play along and put on an even bigger show for them."

"Use their plan against them."