You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

A pure white silk handkerchief traced an arc in mid-air.

It floated lightly into the wall of fire that was more than two meters high.

Bright yellow flames greedily clung to the silk.

In less than a second, it turned into a cloud of black ash.

Chen Yuan turned around.

The custom-made leather shoes beneath his feet rolled over the blood and shell casings scattered on the ground.

It makes a sticky, squelching sound.

The firelight behind him stretched his tall and straight figure into a long, slender silhouette.

He seemed like a cold-blooded god who had emerged from the deepest hell.

"eagle."

He stopped, his voice cold and hard, without any inflection.

"The smell here is too strong."

"Clean up the remaining mess within half an hour."

The eagle strode forward.

Black tactical boots avoided the wreckage on the ground, and the boots dipped slightly in the ground.

"Understood, Mr. Chen."

"The cleanup team is in position."

Not even a single hair will be left here.

Chen Yuan raised his left hand.

I glanced at the time on my watch.

3:15 a.m.

"Go to the safe house in Block 13."

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He took off his dusty suit jacket.

He casually tossed it onto a discarded metal bucket next to him.

Prepare a clean set of clothes.

"It should be made of the same material as the outfit you wore when you went out."

Chen Yuan added a sentence.

"When Wanzhou sleeps, she likes to hold onto that fabric."

Eagle nodded immediately, picked up the walkie-talkie, and began making arrangements.

"Yes."

"Use the same unscented handmade soap that you always keep on hand for bathing."

"There will absolutely be no smell of gunpowder brought back."

Ten minutes later.

A black bulletproof SUV was parked in the underground garage of an inconspicuous detached house in Manhattan.

Inside the underground passage, the suffocating sound of ticking clocks filled the air.

Chen Yuan pushed open the car door.

They went straight to the private decontamination room on the basement level.

The showerhead was turned on to its highest setting.

Scalding hot water was poured over his head.

It slammed onto the broad, sturdy back, splashing up a layer of white mist.

The water flowed down along the clearly defined muscle lines.

It washes away the dust and tiny gunpowder particles clinging to the surface of the skin.

Chen Yuan picked up a pure white handmade soap.

Rub the foam in your palms to create a rich lather.

His large, well-defined hands carefully washed each finger.

Even the edges of the nail crevices were brushed back and forth three times with a soft brush.

The water splashed against the floor tiles, making a splashing sound.

He lowered his head.

Bring your arm close to your nose.

I confirmed that only that cool, clean, natural soap scent remained on my skin.

The bloody smell that belonged to the battlefield of carnage was completely stripped away.

Turn off the water valve.

Chen Yuan pulled over a large, pure cotton bath towel.

He casually wiped away the water droplets dripping from his short hair.

Get out of the bathroom.

On the clothes rack outside.

A brand new set of dark gray haute couture loungewear was already hanging neatly on the wall.

The fabric is Shen Wanzhou's favorite top-grade virgin cashmere.

It has a soft touch and a unique warmth.

Chen Yuan changed his clothes.

Long, slender fingers fastened the buttons one by one.

He picked up the custom-made phone from the table.

The screen lit up, but there was no message from Shen Wanzhou.

This means that the timid cat is still sleeping peacefully.

The phone screen, which suddenly went dark, reflected his softened features.

"Is the car ready?"

Chen Yuan opened the door to the safe house.

The wind outside felt as cold as blades scraping against my cheeks.

But it couldn't dispel the warmth that gradually rose in his eyes.

"The engine never stopped."

The eagle stood by the car door and opened the back door.

"Set the air conditioner to 26 degrees Celsius."

The Maybach smoothly drove into the underground VIP garage of the Star Hotel.

The tires make a slight noise when rubbing against the epoxy resin floor.

Chen Yuanmai got off the bus.

His leather shoes clicked on the floor, and his pace quickened by three steps.

A private elevator provides direct access to the top-floor presidential suite.

"Click".

The metal room card was placed on the sensor area, emitting a faint mechanical click as the latch disengaged.

Chen Yuan pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The main lights were not on in the suite.

Only a warm yellow floor lamp remained in the entryway.

The familiar calming aroma of chamomile wafted through the air.

The taste is like a soft net.

It instantly caught his exhaustion from fighting outside all night.

Chen Yuan slowed his pace.

I walked towards the master bedroom, stepping onto the heavy Persian carpet.

The door was ajar.

He pushed open the door, his gaze piercing through the dim light.

On that custom-made bed, which is three meters wide.

A small bulge appeared on the blanket.

Shen Wanzhou lay on her side, curled up in the center of the bed.

She was tightly clutching the soft pillow that Chen Yuan usually used as a pillow.

He gripped the pillow tightly with his white knuckles.

This revealed her subconscious and extremely high desire for security.

Even in her dreams, she was searching for his scent.

Chen Yuan stood on the edge of the bed.

Looking at that little face, all pink and rosy from sleeping.

Half an hour ago, the Grim Reaper who smashed a mercenary group with his bare hands in the warehouse.

At this moment, all defenses and hostility were completely let down.

In those cold, hard black eyes, a pool of unfathomable spring water melted.

He lifted the corner of the blanket.

She gently lay down inside.

The mattress made a slight rubbing sound as it sank in.

I just lay down.

That bulge hugging the pillow looks like it's equipped with a precise heat source tracking radar.

They moved closer little by little, following the bed sheet.

Shen Wanzhou loosened her grip on the pillow.

Two slender arms, acting on instinct, wrapped around Chen Yuan's strong waist.

Her cheek pressed against his soft cashmere loungewear.

It rubbed against my chest twice, like a Persian cat, with satisfaction.

"You're back."

A soft, sweet voice with a heavy nasal tone rang out in the darkness.

She did not open her eyes.

Long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow in the eye socket.

"Um."

Chen Yuan lowered his voice and stretched out his long arm.

He pulled her into his arms completely.

His chin rested gently on the top of her head.

Did I wake you up?

Chen Yuan placed his palm on her back and gently patted it.

It isolated them from all the bloodshed and violence of the outside world.

This room was the sanctuary he protected with his life.

"no."

Shen Wanzhou nestled her head against his chest.

The tip of her nose was pressed against his collarbone.

"You smell so good, like you've been sunbathing."

She muttered to herself.

The warmth, carrying the scent of peach blossoms, flowed with her breath onto Chen Yuan's neck.

The blush rising from her ears was faintly visible in the dim light.

"I went out to get a glass of water."

Chen Yuan responded in a low voice, his lie perfectly fabricated.

He tightened his grip on her lower back.

Those severed limbs burning in the flames.

Top-secret data that's been frantically circulating on the dark web.

This soft, dreamlike murmur completely shut me out of that mahogany door.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains, casting a golden dappled pattern on the carpet.

The central air conditioning vents emitted a slight hum.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes right on time.

My biological clock is so precise, it's like a machine.

The girl in his arms was still fast asleep, with a fair foot resting on his calf.

He carefully withdrew his arm.

He took the thin blanket from the side and covered her exposed shoulders.

I walked out of the master bedroom barefoot on the carpet.

He closed the door behind him.

The view from the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

The morning view of Manhattan is partially obscured by the morning mist.

Chen Yuan walked to the open bar area.

I poured a glass of warm water.

A custom-made mobile phone sits on a marble tabletop, its screen flashing a red encrypted signal light.

There was no sound, only high-frequency vibrations.

Chen Yuan picked up his phone and swiped to answer.

He perfectly concealed the slight tremor in his fingertips beneath his calm movements.

"explain."

His voice had a unique husky and cool quality characteristic of early morning.

The absolute rationality belonging to the leaders of Star Venture Capital has been restored.

On the other end of the phone.

The eagle's voice sounded strange.

There was a suppressed sense of astonishment in his eyes.

"Brother Yuan."

The eagle swallowed hard.

"Last night's fire burned away the last bit of backbone of those old foxes on Wall Street."

Chen Yuan took a sip of warm water.

The bottom of the glass tapped softly against the bar counter.

"They admitted it?"

"It's more than just acknowledging the debt."

The sound of an eagle echoed in the receiver.

"It rained heavily all night in New York last night."

"The temperature has dropped to five degrees."

The eagle paused for half a second, adjusting its breathing rhythm.

The next morning, Eagle made a encrypted call, his tone complicated: "Brother Yuan, those remaining old tycoons from last night are all kneeling at our branch, begging to see your wife."