The Discarded Heiress is Untouchable

ing, someone had alrea

this room had been crammed with archive boxes, three hundred of them, labeled in black marker, every ledger the Lin Group had filed in the last te

said a bright v

est and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. "The archive is being digitized. The boxes were moved to an off-si

ars of sleepless nights and aching knees on a prayer mat. And thi

er veil,

him," she said softl

d that's co

, curled into fists until her nails bit he

mile flickere

ith a sweating forehead and a lanyard he ke

ek," he said, not meeting her eyes. "Ol

ed by

. the

Shen Capital seal and one line: Full access to all records, physical a

y access, every deletion, every login for

ith machines, the air so frigid her breath fogged against her veil. He set her up

licked shut

had stepped into this building, no one was watching. No one was smiling. He

r all the way to the top, just to see the city shrink. She pressed her palm flat against her sternum, over the s

She wiped it away roughly wit

he whispered, a

for this, a strange, cold instinct that three years of training had sharpened

bytes of data had been deleted from t

eaned

ccount. She traced the identifier across the screen wit

NGYUE

opped b

as he handed her a plastic card, calling her his "junior director." The account of a girl who

been reactivate

All between two and four in the morning. And the most recent one, the nigh

er's floor. Hi

f the desk, her heart slamming against her

is usin

is building at night, wearing

hing she did not dare to call hope. She shoved it away. It was

herself. It's some cr

opied every log onto a drive and tucked it deep inside her bag. Her eyes burned. Her back ac

a Y

f tea in both hands, steam curling from it in the lamplight. "You haven't eaten all day. Miss Gao told me

d the strength she had been holding up all day crumbled. She

so low the walls could not

g. The empty room. The

the edge of the desk, went very still. The cup rattle

irong said slowly.

it three

away. Then the warmth rushed back, and she knelt beside the chair and took Qingyue's hands. "Oh, my darling. Listen

fifty-seco

t Shen Yuhan. Not the police. I will hav

he thought of rain, and shoes slipped onto her bar

se," she

er jacket. At the door she paused. "Drink your tea before it go

losed softl

lick of heels. She lifted the cup in both hands and breathed i

r screen

d empty that morning had refreshed itself. A single new file now

YOU

2 p.m. by L-

she set it down. Her finger hovered over the trackp

ed. There was only

the one who b

Even the hum of the b

dropped, almost against her will, to the porcelain cup b

ely. It's a trick. He wants me

oved on its own, and she pushed the cup slo

gesture. Barely

e did n