A fashion queen

"What? Bai Tingting fell into Mo Yunting's hands?" Bai Yumo stared at Wang Xu with wide eyes, his tone filled with anger and dissatisfaction. He clenched his fists, as if he would explode at any moment. "How could this happen? It was clearly planned!" He couldn't help but curse under his breath. "Really, useless bastard!"

Wang Xu lowered his head, his face pale as paper, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He explained in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Master Bai. I was waiting outside to pick her up, but they seemed to know our plan and slipped out the back door. Reliable sources have reported that Song Yuhang appears to have been stabbed by Miss Bai and is still in the hospital." He looked at Bai Yumo nervously, trying to convince him that it wasn't his fault.

"Oh? Really?" Bai Yumo frowned slightly, looking at Wang Xu with suspicion, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and ruthlessness. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke, "I didn't expect she'd still be useful, but we can't keep her alive. Go check where she's being held. If the situation isn't good, just kill her." His words were concise and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Xu nodded, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew the importance of this mission and also understood the consequences if he failed. He took a deep breath, stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he saluted Bai Yumo again, indicating that he would definitely complete the mission.

Bai Yumo sat quietly in the chair, his eyes fixed on the direction Wang Xu left, watching him leave without a single movement. His face didn't change at all, as cold and emotionless as a statue.

Deep within his abyssal eyes, a cold light flickered, sending chills down one's spine. He thought to himself, "Cousin, don't blame me for being ruthless. It's simply because you know too much and have become a stumbling block to my progress. This time, I'll let you die a heroic death; it will be a well-deserved one."

As Wang Xu gradually walked away until he disappeared, Bai Yumo slowly came back to his senses. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number without hesitation. A deep male voice soon came from the other end of the line: "Master Bai, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Bai Yumo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile: "How are things going over there?"

The other party quickly responded, "Master Bai, everything is progressing as planned. It won't be long before we can successfully obtain what you desire."

Bai Yumo nodded contentedly, "Very good! However, the situation with Bai Tingting may be more complicated. She has now fallen into Mo Yunting's hands. You will need to send more men to fully assist my men in eliminating her. Remember, you must ensure that she is dead without a burial place. She must not be allowed to survive. Otherwise, don't even think about receiving the huge hiring fee I promised you."

"Yes, Mr. Bai, please rest assured, we will definitely make you satisfied." The person on the other end of the phone agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yumo's mood grew increasingly heavy and anxious. He knew full well that this was a life-or-death power game where only the winner would survive, and any slight mistake could lead to total defeat. Therefore, he had to approach every step with extreme caution and tread carefully, only then could he emerge as the ultimate winner.

A vicious look flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, hoping that everything would go well and nothing would go wrong. Now he couldn't make any more mistakes, no, absolutely not!

A sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, silently praying that everything would go smoothly and that nothing would go wrong again. He knew that he couldn't make any more mistakes now, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and began to carefully check every detail to make sure there were no omissions. His eyes were focused and determined, as if telling himself that this time he must succeed.

Time passed minute by minute, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, but his hands never stopped. Finally, he completed all the preparations and breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, stretched his stiff body, and then quietly waited for the moment to come. He knew that this would be one of the most important moments in his life, and he had to be fully prepared.