No one believed what Master Duan said at all.

He Jiaxin looked at Master Duan with a pitying expression and spoke.

“Master Duan, you’ve been fooled. She’s not the famous designer Su Qian at all. I’ve already contacted the real Su Qian.”

"Someone, get this swindler out of here!"

As soon as she said this, Sister Hong and the security guards surrounded her.

Seeing this, Master Duan hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"Why are you kicking people out of here in the middle of nowhere?!"

But that was exactly what He Jiaxin was planning, and she looked indignant.

“Master Duan, you’ve been scammed. You absolutely cannot trust this swindler. Don’t worry, I’ve already called the police.”

Her words were somewhat ambiguous; she only said that the police had been called, but that didn't necessarily guarantee Lin Qingtong's personal safety.

Those who had come with him seeking cooperation understood something.

They only care about their own interests, and if Lin Qingtong leaves, they will have more opportunities.

So everyone chimed in, "Yes, we must get rid of this swindler."

The flames of the bonfire party rose gently, bursting forth with intense heat that dispelled some of the chill of the night.

Lin Qingtong stood there quietly, gazing at He Jiaxin.

"You say I'm fake, then how can you guarantee that the people you contact are real?"

He Jiaxin was prepared, and sneered as she uttered a single sentence.

"As far as I know, the president of Shen's Group knows who the real Su Qian is, and all we need to do is contact her."

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of exclamations came from the direction of the bonfire party entrance.

"Mr. Duan has arrived."

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Lin Qingtong looked up and saw Mr. Duan slowly appearing, leaning on his cane.

He stood there, an announcement made with a smile on his lips.

"We have a distinguished guest at today's bonfire party. Let's give them a round of applause."

Mr. Duan stepped aside slightly, and Lin Qingtong saw the figure that was walking towards him like a shooting star.

The figure was tall and noble, dressed in a well-tailored suit, and exuded a sense of pressure just by standing there.