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

The sound of an eagle came through the earpiece of a specially designed mobile phone.

It has a rough feel, as if it has been filtered by radio waves.

Mixed with the howling wind and rain from across the ocean.

Chen Yuan sat on a single sofa in the presidential suite.

The broad back is supported by soft genuine leather cushions.

Her long, slender legs were casually crossed.

He didn't speak.

He held the phone to his ear, the faint, cool light from the screen illuminating his sharply defined jawline.

A faint, calming chamomile aromatherapy scent wafted in the air.

Completely isolate it from the outside storms and carnage.

The carved wooden door on the inside of the suite made a soft "click" sound.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige silk bathrobe.

She walked out barefoot, her feet glistening, stepping onto the thick Persian carpet.

She had just woken up.

Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

There was still a faint red mark on her cheek from being pressed by the silk pillowcase.

Those sparkling, peach-blossom eyes held a hint of sleepiness.

On the coffee table in the center of the hall.

There were three black velvet trays on the table.

Those were the latest haute couture pieces from various top jewelry brands that Uncle Fu had sent early that morning.

Diamonds, sapphires, emeralds.

Under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, dazzling, luxurious light spots were refracted.

Shen Wanzhou walked to the coffee table.

Her fair fingers brushed over rows of priceless necklaces.

She didn't look at Chen Yuan sitting on the sofa.

She was completely absorbed in selecting the jewels in front of her.

"Did you see Wan-zhou?"

Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed on the girl's fair neck, exposed outside her nightgown.

His voice was low and flat, without any inflection.

It's like listening to a trivial report on garbage sorting.

On the other end of the phone.

Eagle's military boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the waterlogged steps.

"Yes."

"Those old men, Morgan and Smith, brought all the transfer documents for the core shares of their families."

"They knelt in the torrential rain for four hours."

The eagle's voice carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"They said they knew they were wrong and shouldn't have used such underhanded methods."

"As long as my sister-in-law is willing to see them."

"They are willing to hand over all their assets, just asking Star Ventures to leave their family a way out."

Shen Wanzhou's fingertips stopped on a necklace inlaid with teardrop-shaped sapphires.

The cool platinum chain touched my skin.

She frowned slightly.

He seems somewhat dissatisfied with the weight of the necklace.

She put the necklace back on the velvet tray.

The metal base tapped against the edge of the tray, making a crisp, light sound.

Turning around, she picked out a simpler diamond necklace next to her.

Chen Yuan looked at her picky little face.

A large, well-defined hand was toying with an unlit cigar.

"Last night."

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice icy cold.

"They spent twenty million US dollars."

"We bribed mercenaries on the dark web to sneak up on Wanzhou's car with miniature C4 bombs."

"Back then, why didn't they think about leaving themselves a way to survive?"

The eagle on the other end of the phone fell silent.

Even from halfway around the world, he could still feel the palpable killing intent emanating from his boss.

It was an absolute brutality that wanted to uproot the other party and grind their bones to dust.

"Now we've played all our cards."

Chen Yuan casually tossed the cigar in his hand into the trash can.

It made a muffled "thump" sound.

"Knowing the bone is too tough to chew, you want to come wagging your tail?"

Shen Wanzhou finally chose a necklace.

Holding the thin, diamond-studded chain, she walked barefoot to Chen Yuan.

I stood obediently with my back to him.

She swept her long hair down to her chest, revealing a large expanse of smooth, snow-white back.

Chen Yuan immediately put his legs down.

Switch the phone to your left hand.

He freed his warm, large right hand and took the platinum chain from her.

The rough fingertips brushed against the skin of her cervical spine unintentionally.

It brought a gentle warmth.

"To carry their shoes?"

Chen Yuan bent down and carefully fastened the hidden clasp on Shen Wanzhou's necklace.

He gave the final instructions over the phone.

"Tell those old bastards."

"These trashy guys only know how to use dirty tricks."

"Now I'm not even qualified to carry my wife's shoes."

"Star Ventures does not need their submission."

The necklace's clasp made a very soft "click" sound.

Chen Yuan's fingers then gently pinched Shen Wanzhou's shoulder twice.

It conveys a reassuring warmth.

"I only want their destruction."

"Put all their physical assets and offshore trusts into bankruptcy liquidation."

"I need to see their delisting announcement within half an hour."

The phone hangs up.

The screen dimmed.

Chen Yuan casually tossed his phone onto the sofa.

Shen Wanzhou turned around.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at him, clear and bright.

"Who's going to carry my shoes?"

She muttered to herself, reaching out to touch the cool, diamond-encrusted necklace on her collarbone.

"A few scammers selling health supplements."

Chen Yuan remained unfazed.

His large hands encircled her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"The eagles have already chased them away."

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his warm chest.

Listen to that steady and powerful heartbeat.

There was absolutely no doubt about this absurd excuse.

"oh."

She obediently responded, but her stomach, quite uncooperatively, let out a loud "groan" in protest.

Chen Yuan's chest trembled.

A deep, mellow laugh echoed above her head.

Are you hungry?

He stood up and casually took her soft, boneless hand in his.

"There's seafood congee simmering in the kitchen, go wash your hands."

The other side of the earth.

In front of the overseas branch building of Star Ventures in Manhattan, New York.

The cold night rain was mixed with a strong wind.

Like a razor blade, it frantically sliced ​​through the group of elderly Westerners kneeling on the steps.

Morgan's knees were completely numb.

The rough granite steps wore through his trousers.

Blood mixed with murky mud stained the expensive fabric.

He held the heavy equity transfer document tightly in both hands.

The paper was soaked by the rain and stuck together.

Smith collapsed to the side.

His face was ashen, like a corpse that had been floating in the water for three days.

His upper and lower teeth were uncontrollably clapping together wildly, making a clicking sound.

"The door is open!"

I don't know who shouted it out with a hoarse, broken throat.

The tightly closed bulletproof glass door finally slid open slowly to both sides amidst a muffled hum of the motor.

The hall was bathed in a cold, white light.

The light stung the eyes of the group of old men so much they couldn't open them.

The eagle was wearing a full-on black tactical rain suit.

Wearing heavy military boots, he walked out of the hall step by step.

The soles of the shoes made a chilling slapping sound as they rolled over the puddles on the ground.

Morgan was like a hungry dog ​​that had seen a bone.

He crawled forward two steps through the mud and water, using both his hands and feet.

He held the soaking wet share certificate high above his head.

"Sir! Has Mr. Chen agreed to take over our assets?"

His withered lips trembled, and rainwater streamed down his chin.

"If Ms. Shen would just agree to meet with us, we are willing to offer up all our resources!"

The eagle perched at the top of the steps.

Looking down from above at these giants who once wielded immense power on Wall Street.

There was no pity on that scarred face.

There is only one kind of extreme indifference towards livestock awaiting slaughter.

"Mr. Chen has given the order."

The eagle's cry pierced through the raging wind and rain, striking everyone's eardrums.

"This bunch of trash trying to use physical means."

"They're not even worthy to carry Ms. Shen's shoes."

Morgan's hands, which were holding the documents, froze in mid-air.

It felt as if all the blood vessels in my brain had burst at that moment.

All I could hear was the white noise of raindrops hitting the ground.

"Star Ventures does not need your submission."

The eagle's gaze swept across their desperate faces like a boning knife.

"All I need is your destruction."

"Now, take your worthless paper and get out of here beyond the police cordon."

"Otherwise, the security team will take measures to clear the area."

This announcement.

It completely extinguished the last vestige of oxygen for these long-established chaebols in this world.

The eagle turned around, its black tactical boots clicking on the steps.

The bulletproof glass door behind him slammed shut again with a dull thud.

It was sealed tightly shut.

Morgan's share transfer document slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

It slammed into a puddle full of muddy water, splashing up a spray of dirty water.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door.

A series of violent, leaky breaths came from his chest.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Smith's eyes rolled back, and his entire body collapsed onto the granite steps like a rag doll.

He let the cold rain wash over his lifeless face.

The other tycoon heads slumped in the puddles.

Some covered their faces with their hands and let out hysterical howls, while others laughed bitterly at the sky like idiots.

The Manhattan night sky remained gloomy.

In the distance, in the heart of Wall Street, the iconic Charging Bull statue looked particularly cold in the rain.

Just then, the giant clock at the top of the exchange building emitted a deep, long chime on the hour.

Upon learning of their rejection, the tycoons collapsed in utter despair, and the alarm bells of a major earthquake finally rang in Wall Street, signaling a global business upheaval.