The Gaslighting Game

Paranoia seeped into the Nine Dragons like a slow poison. Someone was feeding them lies, twisting words, planting false evidence. No one knew whom to trust anymore.

Mei Ling stormed into Luo Jian’s office, slamming a document onto his desk. "Explain this."

Luo Jian barely glanced at it, his expression cold. "I don’t need to. Whatever you think you know, it’s a fabrication."

"Then why does it look like you’ve been rerouting my shipments?" Mei Ling shot back. "Or are you finally making your move?"

The tension between them crackled like fire on dry wood. Once, they had worked in unison—Mei Ling, the mastermind of industry; Luo Jian, the enforcer who ensured no one dared cross them. Now, they were moments away from turning on each other.

And in the background, Shen Ai watched.