The black car pulled up fast, its tires screeching a little as it parked outside the orphanage.
Three people got out—all in dark suits and wearing sunglasses even though it wasn't sunny anymore.
One of them was holding a thin briefcase, the second had a clipboard, and the last one looked like he thought he owned the world.
They walked up to Yu Holea with forced smiles on their faces.
"Miss Yu," said the one with the briefcase. "We heard there was some… misunderstanding about one of our old clients. We'd like to clear things up peacefully."
By then, Sun Weitao had already turned invisible. He stood next to Yu Holea, but no one could see him.
Yu Holea didn't return the smile. Her arms were crossed, and her face was cold like a snowstorm.
"You mean the 'misunderstanding' where you stole 99 million yuan from an orphanage?" she said quietly.
The man with the clipboard cleared his throat.
