Originally, she had planned to keep him around a bit longer, to use him against others.
But since he dared to target her beloved Xuan, there was no need to keep him alive anymore.
Anyone who dared to harm Xuan deserved to die.
Su Hua's fingertips lightly tapped on the armrest of the sofa, her eyes narrowing slightly. Butler Wang, seeing Su Hua in this state, knew that someone was about to face misfortune.
Speaking of which, Su Hai had chosen the wrong person to provoke—he had dared to mess with the man Su Hua held closest to her heart.
Provoking Su Hua herself was nothing compared to the consequences of messing with Young Master Lin.
Su Hua picked up her phone and ordered, "Bring my dear second uncle to me. Remember, don’t let him die."
Su Hua's people had long been lurking around Su Hai, and they had already gathered all the information they needed. Capturing Su Hai was just a matter of timing.
At Su Hua's command, a fleet of over a dozen cars rolled out toward Su Hai's villa.
In a villa on the outskirts of the city.
"Where are they? Why haven’t they returned yet?" Su Hai frowned.
"I can't reach them at all, boss. Do you think they’ve been captured by Su Hua's people?" a subordinate asked anxiously.
"Su Hua must have sent people to protect him. Our men have been discovered by her people," Su Hai sneered. "It seems Su Hua really does care deeply about this Lin Xuan."
"Su Hua, Su Hua, so you do have a weakness after all," Su Hai laughed.
In the past, Su Hua had been like an impenetrable fortress, with no vulnerabilities.
Who would have thought she would be so attached to a man? It seems even women can't escape the clutches of love.
Now that he knew her Achilles' heel, dealing with her would be a piece of cake.
He would capture Lin Xuan and use him to force Su Hua to hand over control of the Su Corporation.
A mere woman—what right did she have to compete with him for power over the Su family?
Su Hai's face was filled with smug satisfaction.
Soon, Su Hua would fall into his hands, and the Su Corporation would be his.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Just thinking about it filled Su Hai with immense satisfaction. After being suppressed by Su Hua for so many years, he was finally going to turn the tables.
But before the smile could fade from his face, one of his subordinates rushed in, panicked.
"Boss, it's bad news!" the subordinate gasped.
"What is it? Why are you so flustered?" Su Hai asked sternly.
The subordinate replied, "A group of people has broken in. They must be Su Hua's people! They appeared out of nowhere, without any warning!"
"What? How is that possible?" Su Hai's eyes widened. "My villa has top-notch security. Not even a fly could get in. How did her people manage to enter?"
And they had done so without making a single sound!
It was as if they were walking into their own home!
"It must be because Su Hua has planted people among us. They opened the gates and let her people in," the subordinate stammered.
Su Hai's face turned ashen.
He had been careless. Su Hua had managed to infiltrate his inner circle!
At that moment, a man walked in.
"Yuanjie!" Su Hai exclaimed urgently. "Su Hua's people are here. Go and capture them all!"
Hong Yuanjie was his most trusted right-hand man.
He was placing all his hopes on Hong Yuanjie now.
"Help you?"
Hong Yuanjie's lips curled into a cold smile. "But I'm Su Hua's person. Now that my master is coming for you, do you think I’ll help you?"
Su Hai's pupils constricted sharply.
Su... Su Hua's person?
"I trusted you so much, and you betrayed me?" Su Hai gritted his teeth.
"I've always been Su Hua's person. I was planted by her to infiltrate your ranks. How can you call it betrayal?" Hong Yuanjie said with a smirk.
"Three years ago, when you were in danger, that was my doing. I risked my life to save you just to gain your trust and serve Su Hua."
Su Hai trembled with rage. So, all this time, he had been played by Su Hua.
That despicable, shameless woman!
"Second Uncle Su, my mistress wants to see you. Please come with me," Hong Yuanjie said coldly.
Su Hai's face turned grim.
Over the past year, he had placed great trust in Hong Yuanjie, giving him significant power. For example, it must have been Hong Yuanjie who arranged for Su Hua's people to enter so easily. Hong Yuanjie had undoubtedly cultivated many loyal followers within Su Hai's ranks.
Su Hua could capture him anytime she wanted.
The moment he sent people to capture Lin Xuan, Su Hua had struck back. She must have acted so decisively because of Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan was far more important to Su Hua than he had imagined!
If he were captured now, Su Hua would surely make him suffer!
No, he couldn’t let that happen!
He couldn’t fall into Su Hua's hands! He, Su Hai, would never kneel before her!
"Su Hua, you have a fatal weakness now. Even if I die, someone else will eventually take you down!"
"I admit defeat this time."
"But even if I lose, you haven’t truly won!"
"Ha ha ha ha—"
Su Hai pulled out a gun and pressed it against his temple, pulling the trigger.
He wanted to end his own life!
But with a loud "bang," his hand was struck, a bloody hole appearing in his right wrist.
"Ah—" Su Hai clutched his wrist in agony.
"Thinking of dying? It’s not that easy," Hong Yuanjie sneered. "Take him back to the mistress. Make sure he stays alive. She wants him breathing."
"Yes, sir."
Su Hai was bound and thrown into a car.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan, wanting to surprise Su Hua, sent her a message.
[Xuan: Hua, I have some business to take care of today. I’ll be back late. Have dinner without me.]
After a while, he received a reply.
[Hua: Okay.]
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. Normally, Su Hua would reply within 30 seconds, but this time, it had taken her five minutes.
He could already picture her pouting in anger and frustration, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Su Hua’s childish side was truly adorable.
At that moment, in the Night Garden.
Su Hua was in a terrible mood, radiating coldness.
Butler Wang wiped the sweat from his brow.
What had happened to the mistress?
Just moments ago, she had been relaxed, but now it was as if someone owed her 800 million—no, 800 billion.
"Tell the chef not to prepare dinner for Xuan tonight," Su Hua said coldly.
Butler Wang was taken aback.
So that was why the mistress was in such a foul mood—Young Master Lin wasn’t coming home for dinner.
"Yes, mistress. I’ll inform the chef right away."
Butler Wang silently pitied Su Hai. With the mistress in such a bad mood, Su Hai was sure to become her punching bag.
Su Hai was done for.
An hour later, Su Hai was brought before Su Hua.
With a loud "thud," Su Hai was thrown to the ground by Hong Yuanjie.
"Second Uncle, long time no see," Su Hua said, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she looked at the kneeling Su Hai.
"Su Hua, you’re despicable! You planted a spy in my ranks!" Su Hai glared at her, his eyes filled with hatred.
"All’s fair in war," Su Hua replied coolly.
She stood up gracefully, dressed in an elegant white cheongsam, and took a small, exquisite knife from Butler Wang.
If Lin Xuan had been there, he would have recognized it—it was the same knife Su Hua had used to kill Qin Ruoyao and Lin Li.
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