The man's gaze swept over her phone.
"Dismissed?"
Nothing escaped his eyes—just how many sources of information did he have?
"Uncle is really clever,"
Shen Wanxing said, her smile not reaching her eyes.
"It's obvious."
He Xizhou wiped his fingers with a clean napkin, stood up, and gave her another indifferent look. His deep voice arose, "Perhaps you couldn't wait for them to make their move against you."
He left the long dinner table, and soon afterward, the sound of a car came from outside the villa.
Shen Wanxing sipped her milk, thinking "Who said that?"
She didn't want to expose herself so soon, yet she hadn't expected Jiang Yuxin to push things this far.
She finished the milk, put the glass down with a bang, sent a text to Lawyer Fu, grabbed her shoulder bag, and walked out with her long, straight legs.
The news hit the design department of the Shens like a bombshell.
"Director Shen, is Shen Wanxing really dismissed? But it was Jiang Yuxin who wouldn't step down."