A week had passed since Lu Jinchen made his move that night. Now, he stood in the grand hallway of his mansion, his phone pressed to his ear. His expression was calm, but his voice carried a cold sharpness.
"What's her condition?" he asked.
The man on the other end of the line responded immediately. "She's alive, but shaken. We haven't fed her in two days. Now she's quiet—like she's accepted her fate. What should we do next?"
Lu Jinchen's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping even lower. "Send her back home. Give her a warning. If she ever dares to appear in front of me or my wife again... I won't be this kind next time."
"Yes, Boss," the man replied, then added with a chuckle, "Should we wrap her up in a gift box again, like last time?"
Before Lu Jinchen could respond, he heard the soft sound of footsteps echoing from the stairs behind him. He turned slowly, instinctively, and the moment he saw her, his entire body froze.
His breath caught in his throat.
