Urgent Matter

The Female Assistant handed the phone to the Female Celebrity and had been closely observing the expression on her face. Seeing the twisted look on the Female Celebrity's face, she felt satisfied.

"Hmph," she thought.

This Female Celebrity had always acted so high and mighty.

There were people in this world more beautiful than her, so of course she’d be jealous.

The Female Assistant couldn’t stand her—always so arrogant and domineering, and especially good at putting on an act.

In front of others, she pretended to be kind, often asking after the Female Assistant’s well-being, making netizens believe she was a saint for treating a mere assistant so well.

But in private? She would scold and hit her without hesitation.

If it weren’t for the high salary from Starlight Group—and the chance to stay close to her idol, Lin Xuan—she would have quit long ago.

Right now, the Female Celebrity’s eyes were still glued to the phone, staring at Su Hua’s face with burning envy.

"That woman must have climbed her way up using her looks and body," she sneered.

But looks and body alone wouldn’t be enough to keep the boss hooked.

She was skilled in bed and knew exactly how to seduce a man.

If given the chance, she could make the boss obsessed with her.

A determined glint flashed in the Female Celebrity’s eyes.

She would get close to the boss.

And once he discarded that woman, she’d make sure Su Hua regretted ever crossing her.

The Female Celebrity tossed the phone back to the Female Assistant, crossing her arms with a cold laugh.

"Relying on nothing but beauty isn’t a long-term strategy."

"Just wait and see. It won’t be long before the boss throws her away."

And then, she would be the one rising to the top.

The Female Assistant didn’t dare contradict her openly, but inwardly, she scoffed.

As if. Once you’ve tasted fine cuisine, why would you settle for garbage?

Meanwhile—

Lei Hui returned to his office after seeing Su Hua and Lin Xuan off.

"Come here for a moment," he called for his secretary.

Secretary Chen entered the office and asked respectfully, "Director Lei, what can I do for you?"

Lei Hui hesitated for a moment before asking suspiciously, "Secretary Chen, are you sure those tonic soups actually work?"

Secretary Chen nodded confidently. "Absolutely. I take them regularly—my stamina and endurance are excellent."

He could last a full hour in bed with women.

That already put him among the top-tier of men.

"How long do you usually last?" Lei Hui pressed.

Secretary Chen held up one finger.

"You mean… an hour?" Lei Hui asked, uncertain.

Secretary Chen nodded. "That’s my minimum. My longest was two hours."

"What?!" Lei Hui’s eyes widened. "That’s incredible!"

It didn’t make sense.

The boss had taken the same tonic, so why was he still so… short?

Unless… the boss had noted down the recipe but never actually took it, or only tried it once or twice.

"Secretary Chen, how often do you take this tonic?" Lei Hui asked again.

"Three times a week," Secretary Chen replied.

Lei Hui nodded. "Got it. You can go now."

As soon as Secretary Chen left, Lei Hui immediately messaged Lin Xuan.

[Lei Hui]: Boss, I almost forgot to mention—the tonic needs to be taken three times a week for the effects to really show.

Three times a week?

Lin Xuan silently memorized the advice before replying dismissively.

[Lin Xuan]: Uncle Lei, I really don’t need this.

[Lei Hui]: I know, I know. Just sending it as a reminder for myself.

Lin Xuan: "…"

You could’ve just not said anything.

Under the influence of Starlight Group’s hired trolls—and given that their game King’s Glory had been released earlier—public opinion had turned overwhelmingly against Lin Xuan’s company.

—I thought Lin Xuan was different from other businessmen, but turns out he’s just as ruthless for profit.

—Don’t download King’s Conquest, everyone! We need to boycott this disgusting company and make sure they lose money!

—If you don’t download it and I don’t download it, Starlight Group will go bankrupt!

—Ugh, when will you fix the game already? I’m so bored without it! @Starlight Group

Lin Chang sipped his tea while scrolling through the comments, then checked King’s Conquest’s download numbers.

He smirked coldly.

Lin Xuan thought he could feed off Starlight Group’s success? What a joke.

Now that everyone believed Lin Xuan’s company had plagiarized their game, as long as Starlight Group restored King’s Glory quickly, Lin Xuan’s game would never take off.

By his calculations, the international computer experts they’d hired should have arrived by now.

Their game would be back online soon.

Meanwhile, employees at Su Corporation were also discussing the King’s Conquest controversy.

—What do we do? Young Master Lin’s been framed!

—Starlight Group has no shame, accusing him of plagiarism. With Su Hua backing him, why would he need to stoop so low?

Young Master Lin wasn’t short on money—Su Hua would give him whatever he needed. He’d never copy someone else’s game for profit.

Besides, he had integrity.

They believed in him.

—I wonder if Young Master Lin has a plan to counter this.

—But public opinion is against him now. Starlight Group’s been around for years—they know how to play dirty. This won’t be easy for him.

A passing executive overheard their conversation, his mind racing.

Young Master Lin was the only person in the world who could keep Su Hua in check. He’d been looking for a chance to get close to him but never found the right opportunity.

This might be it.

And if he reported this to Su Hua, she might even reward him.

With that thought, the executive headed straight for the CEO’s office and knocked.

"Come in," Su Hua said.

The executive entered.

Su Hua was still focused on reviewing documents, not even looking up.

"I have urgent paperwork to finish. If it’s not important, come back in an hour," she said coolly.

"CEO Su, it’s urgent—extremely urgent," the executive insisted.

Anything related to Young Master Lin had to be urgent.

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