The nurse was so frightened by her sudden, icy anger that her face turned pale. She almost staggered out of the ward and closed the door gently.
The only sounds in the ward were the monotonous beeping of the instruments and her own heavy, suppressed breathing.
She grabbed the phone with a shattered screen on the bedside table, ignoring the few spots of blood that had already dried and turned black on the screen, and dialed the encrypted hotline of the head of the Ye Group's intelligence department with trembling but unusually steady fingers.
"Find out for me," she said in a very low voice, but every word was as sharp as a knife, with a determination to crush everything.
"Who did the cruise ship explosion? I want to know every detail, every connection."
"Ms. Ye, the police and the maritime investigation team are still there..." A cautious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I don't care what they are investigating!" Ye Fanshuang interrupted harshly, his voice suddenly rising, carrying an unquestionable pressure, lashing the other end of the phone like a whip.
"I want the truth! Now! Immediately! Mobilize all resources, regardless of the cost! Go investigate now!"
She hung up the phone with a "click" and threw it hard on the pillow.
She stared at the hopelessly pale ceiling above her head, her chest heaving violently. What was surging in her chest was no longer despair, but a raging rage that was enough to burn the sky and destroy the sea.
If... if she could find out the culprit hiding in the dark and almost taking Ye Qingliu's life... she would make that person suffer all the tortures in hell and live a life worse than death!
Three hours seemed as long as three centuries. Every minute and every second, Ye Fanshuang felt like he was being roasted on a charcoal fire. The sharp pain in his legs and the burning anxiety in his heart intertwined into an invisible web.
Until the door of the ward was knocked respectfully again, the head of Ye’s intelligence department, a middle-aged man with a stern face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, walked in personally.
He held a thin black encrypted folder tightly in his hand, his steps were steady, but there was a hint of solemnity between his brows.
"Ms. Ye, I found it." He said in a low voice and handed the folder to Ye Fanshuang.
Ye Fanshuang grabbed the folder almost as if he was snatching it, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
She took a deep breath and, with an almost self-abuse determination, turned to the first page.
What comes into view is a sharpened high-definition surveillance screenshot.
The picture shows a secluded corner of a corridor inside the cruise ship, and the time stamp clearly marks twenty minutes before the explosion.
In the center of the picture, a figure is looking around vigilantly, then quickly pushes open a heavy iron door marked "Engineery Area, No Entry for Unauthorized Persons" and slips in.
That figure, that profile, Ye Fanshuang could even describe it with his eyes closed - Su Xinghui.
Ye Fanshuang's fingers trembled violently, and a deep wrinkle was pinched on the edge of the paper.
She endured the dull pain as if her heart had been struck by a huge hammer and trembled as she turned to the second page.
It was a bank statement. An encrypted file from a Swiss bank.
An extremely secretive offshore private account of Su Xinghui received an astronomical sum of US$20 million the night before the explosion.
The remittance was clearly marked as coming from: Chao Group Overseas Holding Company! A family with a deep hatred for the Ye family!
She could hardly breathe, and her chest felt like it was being burned by a red-hot iron. The suffocating pain, accompanied by icy anger, spread to every part of her body.
She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to turn to the third page.
Call log list. Within an hour before the explosion, Su Xinghui's phone had three intensive calls with a multi-encrypted satellite number, each lasting more than five minutes.
The intelligence department attached the decryption results - the number's final destination was pointed to: Mr. Chao's private sanatorium in the foothills of the Swiss Alps!
"boom--!"
Ye Fanshuang felt that his world was completely collapsing and shattering before his eyes! All his luck and trust were turned to dust in the face of this piece of cold evidence.
Su Xinghui......
Her best friend...
Her best friend whom she treated like a sister...
He actually planned this horrific explosion for the Chao family's money!
The disaster that almost took Ye Qingliu away from her life forever!
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, she slammed shut the document weighing over a thousand pounds. The huge force caused the edge of the folder to deform slightly.
"Prepare the car." Her voice was unusually calm, as calm as the dead sea before a storm.
"Ms. Ye, your leg... the doctor repeatedly warned you..." The person in charge looked at the heavy plaster on her leg with an embarrassed expression.
"I said," Ye Fanshuang repeated slowly, word by word, his voice so low that it seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, carrying a kind of pressure that chilled one's bones.
"Prepare the car."
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