Be it from the tiresome wait or the sudden hope, Lin Wanwan had been drained out completely.
Lu Zhanbei stared at her, his fingers evening the fold between her brows.
He checked the watch on his wrist; hopefully, they could make it.
…
It was fifteen hours from the deadline. Lu Zhengyu glanced at the ticking clock and asked for the butler.
"Any movement from Lu Zhanbei?"
"The Yun Mansion's security was too tough to crack. However, an hour ago, we saw Mr. Lu Zhanbei and Lin Wanwan leaving the mansion in a car. We tried to follow them but lost the lead."
Lu Zhengyu's face sank. "This means that they have no intention of breaking up?"
The butler dared not reply.
"Damn it!" Lu Zhengyu smashed the teacup in his hand.
If Lin Wanwan and Lu Zhanbei didn't care about the old mater's life, he would have failed his plan completely. Not only did he not achieve his goal, but he also tore the last strand of tie he had with Lu Zhanbei.