The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Don’t be pathetic, okay?

Time and again, she dialed his number, only to quietly delete it each time.

Especially when she was going crazy, becoming frantic, feeling fearful... she still shamelessly wanted to reach out to him: deep inside, there was the faintest glimmer of hope: forgive him, forgive him, surely he had no choice at the time, he must have regretted it deeply too...

But time and again, she held back.

Holding back long enough became a habit.

At first, women always think leaving a man will kill them; but once you really leave, you find that the earth keeps turning just the same.

Wan Donglin, just consider me dead.

With that thought, she lay down calmly.

Finally, she decided to never contact him again.

Silently, she planned out the path for her next stage in life: life is so precious, how dare we waste it?

Of course, one day, she would return.

She must reissue her passport and restart her life.

However, as a mysteriously missing air crash survivor, she dared not speculate: what fate would await her if she truly reappeared?

Would she be immediately silenced?

Or perhaps permanently imprisoned?

She must rest as much as possible, see as much of the world’s vibrant beauty and cultures, conserve her energy, and start over before her fake ID becomes unusable.

Who knows, maybe she would soon think of a thoroughly safe plan.

That night, she finally had a decent sleep, although it wasn’t entirely tranquil, her long-anxious nerves managed a small reprieve.

The northern enthusiasm of the common folk had already waned, secret deals had been struck.

The crash was no longer mentioned.

Wan Donglin’s heart was pounding as he boarded the yacht, almost rushing to the "Boss’s" office without waiting for an announcement.

The "Boss" was courteous: "Mr. Wan, have a look at this..."

A huge price was paid for this one little thing. Of course, the trip was meant to pay that price.

It was a video lasting less than a minute.

In the video, Yan Xixi stood in the hall, extremely anxious, glancing around, suddenly emptying her handbag on a nearby chair, searching everywhere for something... her face seemed fearful, actions unsettled, as if disaster was about to strike... but the video wasn’t clear enough to show what she was seeking.

Then, she dashed out and soon returned, incessantly dialing numbers all the while...

Wan Donglin held his breath: clearly, the emergency prompted her to call him.

"We managed to obtain this video. After the incident, for some reason, many important documents were destroyed... it was said to be hacked and sabotaged prior to the event, the rest was thoroughly sealed by relevant authorities; it would be difficult to get more unless we wait for declassification..."

Nothing ever happens without reason.

The "Boss" stood up, looking grave: "Truth be told, we did thorough investigations, but didn’t dare continue, it’s beyond our capacity..."

No matter how formidable a mercenary group, they still cannot confront truly powerful forces.

For some reason, Wan Donglin thought of a Dan Brown novel, where a scientific institution developed a secret weapon similar to "antimatter," capable of destroying a city within a minute. Countless lives were lost for this secret weapon, sparking innumerable mind-boggling conspiracies.