Luo Ting sat at the head of the long oak table in the Xiao family's main conference room, her fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood as she listened to the voices around her. The senior members of the family were arguing, their voices filled with tension, each of them vying for control of a situation that had long since started slipping from their grasp.
Her face remained calm, though a fire burned behind her eyes. The Xiao family had been her life's work, and now, with everything hanging by a thread, she was determined to keep it afloat. She had spent the last several weeks working tirelessly to consolidate power, pulling every string she could to keep the family's empire from crumbling. The death of Xiao Mingyuan had left a vacuum, and while many had expected chaos to follow, Luo Ting had stepped in to fill the void with a firm hand.
But it wasn't enough.