Jing Min sat in the chair, casually flipping through a stack of documents in front of him, then picked up a photo and examined it carefully.

Yan Zhou noticed that the person in front of him looked much better.

He carefully considered his words before speaking.

"The brand on that woman's body was compared, and both the size and the pattern are indeed the same as the one on Yun Shu's body, but its origin and meaning are still unknown."

"We investigated the man's background, but it seemed like someone had known beforehand; all the useful clues had been wiped out."

Jing Min slightly raised his eyes, his gaze shooting towards him like an icy blade, his jawline taut, revealing his displeasure.

"After investigating for so long, there's still no progress. Are they all just idle people?"

As soon as the stern rebuke was uttered, everyone fell silent and lowered their heads in unison.

Jing Min placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and scanned the crowd with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

"If it were so coincidental that someone dealt with it in time and filled the gaps, then there must be a traitor among our own people!"

The atmosphere in the study became heavy.

Yan Zhou was shocked upon hearing this, turning to look at the others, somewhat disbelieving.

These individuals were all members of a secret force cultivated from childhood at great expense by Mr. Jing's maternal grandmother's family. They were all orphans from war-related or impoverished families.

All identity information is controlled within it, demonstrating the extent of its loyalty.

Now available to Mr. Jing, each entity manages the various sectors of Mr. Jing's assets, and there has never been a mistake.

As for himself, President Jing had shown him great favor and was even less likely to betray him.

Jing Min narrowed his eyes slightly.

He curled his fingers and tapped them lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound, before finally letting out a chuckle.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just making a hypothetical assumption."

After saying this, Jing Min stood up and slowly walked to the table, glancing at the row of people in front of him.

Finally, the gaze settled on the figure at the very back, whose body stood as tall as a small mountain.

“Ted…”

The two syllables were pronounced with extreme emphasis, their somber tone seeming to emanate from a dark abyss.

Ted's body trembled, his eyes filled with terror and unease.

Before she could even utter a word in defense, Jingmin continued,

"Before you came with me, you were always the attendant master?"

Faced with the powerful and imposing aura of the person before him, Ted nervously replied...

"yes"

Jing Min glanced at him, a half-smile on his face.

"So you still have the habit of reporting everything to your former employer?"

After hearing this, what else is there to misunderstand?

Yan Zhou was furious and immediately rushed to Ted, loudly condemning him.

"Ted, was it you who reported our plans and actions to the Kim family in such detail?"

"You knew perfectly well that there might be people in the Jin family who could be detrimental to President Jing. What were you planning by selling them that information? Don't you know who's paying your salary right now? To act as a traitor and infiltrator and do something so shameless,"

He then gestured to the others to finish him off immediately, since he was definitely not going to make a living in this line of work anyway; betraying one's employer was a major taboo.

Moreover, his identity had been returned to Jing Min by the Jin family. If Jing Min didn't keep him, he would be hunted down wherever he went.

Ted struggled, his broad shoulders hunched, and argued in fear.

“I didn’t betray President Jing. Old Master Jin is President Jing’s maternal grandfather. He was the one who saved President Jing back then. He would never harm President Jing,”

Yan Zhou scolded,

"Isn't Old Master Jin a member of the Jin family?"

"Since he can save President Jing, he can certainly save the rest of the Jin family. Those people are hiding in the shadows and could jump out and kill someone at any time,"

"In the end, President Jing doesn't even have the surname Jin, while Old Master Jin has two wives, both surnamed Jin. When the time comes, it's really hard to say who will be closer and more important."

As Yan Zhou spoke, he scanned everyone and coldly rebuked them.

"And you were personally trained by President Jing's maternal grandmother's family. Even if the First Madam's family has fallen on hard times and temporarily submitted to the Jin family, you won't forget your roots, will you?"

"Now, only President Jing is left in the First Madam's household. It's important to understand who's in charge."

After hearing this, Tete knelt down and admitted his mistake.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I thought that since Mr. Jin is your maternal grandfather and saved your life, he would definitely care about you."

"They've spared no effort in nurturing you; they would never harm you, which is why I felt comfortable telling them all our actions and plans."

Yan Zhou rolled her eyes at him and spat.

"Pah! You idiot, it's true he's your maternal grandfather, but a maternal grandfather has many grandchildren,"

"If it were truly his intention, how could he have seized his wife's assets after her death, forced his own daughter to leave home, and stood idly by when the Jing family suffered misfortune? It might even be related to the Jin family."

Upon hearing this, Tate lowered his head in shame, drew the gun from his waist, and raised it above his head with both hands.

"I was wrong, Mr. Jing, please kill me. I was so stupid,"

Jing Min glanced down expressionlessly, then ignored him.

He strolled back to his desk, casually resting his left hand on the back of his chair.

His right hand was groping on the desk.

Pick up the delicate lighter that was placed to the side.

With a "snap," a blue flame leaped up, illuminating his cold, stern face; his eyes remained completely expressionless.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The white smoke billowed before him, blurring his face.

He spoke in a calm, ambiguous tone.

"Alright, stand up! Your dog life is temporarily in my care, but if there's a next time, I won't let you off."

Yan Zhou frowned and hesitated before saying:

"Setting such a precedent like this might encourage others to commit crimes against the trend."

Jing Min tapped the armrest absently with his left hand, almost mechanically, while speaking in an ambiguous tone.

"There always needs to be some ventilation; it's no fun if it becomes a lifeless object."

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