The next morning, Yibo arrived at the office feeling both relieved and uneasy. He had cancelled the contract, but the weight of what he had done still hung over him. His interactions with Xiao Zhan were becoming more intense, more dangerous. Every look, every word exchanged between them felt like a hidden message—a game of cat and mouse that Yibo wasn’t sure he wanted to play anymore.
As he sat at his desk, his phone buzzed again. For a split second, he feared it was the mafia messaging him. But when he looked, the screen showed a different number—one he didn’t recognize.
Unknown: Meet me tonight. 8 PM. Don’t be late.
Yibo frowned. He had no idea who the message was from, but his gut told him it was related to the mafia. The last few days had been filled with too many surprises for this to be a coincidence. But should he go? His instincts told him this could be a trap, but at the same time, something in him wanted answers. He couldn’t live in constant fear of Xiao Zhan or the consequences of his actions.
By the time lunch rolled around, Yibo had made up his mind. He would go. He needed to know who had sent the message and why. There was a chance this was his way out of the mess he had created.
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That Night – 8 PM
Yibo arrived at the location—an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place looked run-down and deserted, the kind of place you’d expect shady deals to go down. His nerves were on high alert as he stepped inside, every sound making him jump.
“Wang Yibo,” a voice echoed from the shadows.
Yibo froze, his heart racing as a figure stepped out from the darkness. It was Liu Zhen, one of the Sean Mafia’s top lieutenants. Yibo had heard the name before, but this was the first time he was seeing the man in person.
“You cancelled the contract,” Liu Zhen said, his voice calm but laced with an edge that made Yibo’s skin crawl.
Yibo nodded, trying to keep his composure. “I made a mistake. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
Liu Zhen’s lips curled into a half-smile, but there was no warmth in it. “You’ve set something in motion that can’t be undone so easily, Yibo.”
Yibo swallowed hard, his palms sweaty. “What do you mean?”
Before Liu Zhen could answer, another voice joined the conversation—deeper, colder, and all too familiar.
“He means that you’ve crossed a line you can’t step back from.”
Yibo’s blood ran cold as Xiao Zhan emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and dangerous. But this wasn’t the same Xiao Zhan from the office. This was Sean, the man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist.
Yibo staggered back, his mind reeling. “You… You’re Sean?”
Xiao Zhan’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he walked closer, the faintest hint of amusement on his face. “Surprised?”
Yibo’s mind raced. Everything made sense now—the coldness, the control, the strange looks Xiao Zhan had been giving him. He had been playing Yibo all along, waiting for him to make his move.
“I didn’t know,” Yibo stammered, his voice shaking. “I didn’t know you were the same person.”
Xiao Zhan stopped a few feet away from him, his expression unreadable. “And yet, you contacted my organization, thinking you could hire us to harm me.”
Yibo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His throat was dry, and fear was tightening around his chest like a vice.
Xiao Zhan leaned in, his voice a deadly whisper. “Tell me, Yibo, what made you think you could outsmart me?”
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Mafia's secretary
Mystère / ThrillerXiao Zhan is the CEO of Zhan Enterprises, the largest and most influential company in the country. Known for his cold, distant personality, he rarely lets anyone get close to him. His reputation as a ruthless businessman is unmatched, and even his c...
