The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Her forehead slammed hard against the corner, blood gushed out immediately, and she collapsed to the ground.

Just then, the hospital's alarm suddenly went off!

The security department has activated its emergency response mechanism, and three trained team members rushed to the scene!

"Stop right there! Hands up!" the security guard shouted angrily.

Seeing that things were not going well, the rioters cursed and threw down false evidence, then fled through the window, leaving the scene in chaos. All the lights in the ward were turned on, and nurses and doctors rushed to the scene to save Aunt Zhang.

After briefly comforting Mengmeng, the head nurse quickly picked up a red landline phone hanging in the corner. This was a "special contact method" that Xie Yumin had personally registered, and it used an encrypted line.

She quickly dialed the number, and the call connected after one ring.

Meanwhile, on the other end.

Xie Yumin was sitting in the dimly lit room, staring at the animated graphics jumping on the screen, her fingers switching back and forth between the keyboard and the laptop, the calculation entering its final stage.

"jingle"

The ringtone of the private phone is like a thunderclap!

Her back stiffened, and she abruptly looked up, her face as pale as paper.

She answered the call with trembling hands.

"Miss Xie! Something's happened!" The head nurse's voice was hoarse and urgent. "Someone forced their way into Mengmeng's ward, and Aunt Zhang is bleeding from a head wound! The child... is terrified! You have to come quickly!"

In an instant, Xie Yumin's mind went blank with a loud "buzz"!

"Thud!" Her arm swept the table, and the chair tipped over. She didn't have time to react at all, frantically grabbing her bag and coat, forgetting all about her computer, documents, and projects.

She rushed out the door like a madwoman, her hair flying wildly, her eyes filled with despair and terror:

"Mengmeng!"

The night was deep, and the streetlights cast lonely long shadows on the taxi street. Xie Yumin gripped her bag strap tightly with one hand and clutched the hem of her coat with the other. She had just run out of the residential area when she frantically raised her hand to flag down a taxi. Her brows and eyes were filled with panic, her eyes were red and swollen, and her lips were pale, like a deer being chased to the edge of a cliff.

Just as she turned her head to look at the other side of the road, preparing to cross,

A silver-gray van without license plates suddenly sped out of the alley!

The tires screeched on the asphalt, and the night wind lifted the hem of her coat. Before the car had come to a complete stop, the side door was flung open.

Two burly men wearing black masks and hats pulled low leaped down quickly!

Xie Yumin was startled. Before the danger could even leave her eyes, the other party had already rushed close. She instinctively turned and ran, but before she could take a few steps, her arm was grabbed tightly by one of them.

"Let me go! Help! Help!"

She screamed hysterically, her voice echoing through the silent street. She struggled and kicked desperately, but two burly men, like towering iron towers, held her down by the shoulders and waist, dragging and shoving her into the car.

"Please...don't..." Her voice trembled with fear, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Her bag was ripped open in the chaos, and her phone flew out, rolling twice on the ground before being stepped on by one of the people. They then crushed it with their feet, and with a crisp cracking sound, the screen shattered. Her only means of contact for help was lost.

"Shut up." The car door slammed shut, and in an instant, the world was plunged into darkness and suffocating silence.

A cold, altered male voice came from the passenger seat: "Behave yourself, I'm taking you to see the person you want to see."

Xie Yumin's face turned pale, but she already knew the truth in her heart.

It is Ruolan.

As expected, despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She knew all too well that Ruolan would not tolerate any changes, much less allow Mengmeng to appear before Gu Yinshen, and certainly not allow her to stay at the company, waiting for a moment of "innocence" to arrive.

She gritted her teeth, her back pressed tightly against the car wall, struggling to control her emotional breakdown. Fear, anger, and regret intertwined like barbs, piercing her heart.

But she didn't cry.

In this confined space, filled with the smell of gasoline, the only thing she could do was force herself to calm down.

She then quickly scanned the interior of the car out of the corner of her eye. There were three rows of seats in total, the windows were covered with blackout film, the door locks showed signs of modification, and a man next to her had a flashlight and a stun gun on his knee. There was also someone in the front seat. The entire interior of the car was obviously specially modified for "short-term hostage control".

She lowered her head and quietly hid her right hand inside her sleeve, clutching a small safety pin tucked into the seam of her garment—a habit she'd carried over from university, always keeping tiny items sewn into her clothes. Now, this might be her only chance.

He absolutely had to escape from here, no matter what.

Meanwhile, inside the top-floor conference room of the Gu Group, a different scene unfolded—seemingly calm on the surface, but actually rife with undercurrents.

Inside the boardroom, the lights were bright in front of the circular conference table, where more than twenty core shareholders, dressed in suits and ties, sat around with varying expressions.

The merger and acquisition showcase page surrounding the large screen is playing automatically, with professional report pages scrolling by, covering the target company's revenue data, strategic layout, and post-merger asset integration plan...

However, the most crucial part has yet to be displayed on the screen.

“President Gu.” An elderly director with graying temples spoke up, breaking the silence.

Why hasn't the risk assessment report for the merger and acquisition been submitted yet?

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of doubt and pressure.

Several other middle-aged and young directors then echoed this sentiment:

"Yes, without that report, we couldn't have reached the final voting conclusion."

"This acquisition is worth nearly 10 billion. If the assessment is wrong, all directors will be held responsible."

"The project you personally led, you didn't even complete the basic review, did you?"

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense.

Seated in the main seat, Gu Yinshen wore a custom-made dark gray suit. His long fingers tapped lightly on the table, his face was as calm as ice, and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was weighing his options.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was already five minutes past the deadline Xie Yumin had promised to submit the report.

It wasn't long, but given her usual caution and punctuality, even a delay of a minute or two was highly unusual.

A barely perceptible ripple stirred in his heart.

She's been acting strange since last night.

That unexpected "home visit" led him to discover too many clues.

Cute drawings, meticulous notes recording her daily habits, her tense yet stubbornly insistent explanations...

Then this morning, the report from the private investigator he appointed mentioned that Xie Yumin didn't finish working on her laptop until 3 a.m., during which time she repeatedly checked the risk simulation database and unuploaded local documents.

She is indeed working hard.

But where is she now?

Gu Yinshen's eyes darkened, his fingers paused, and he gathered his thoughts.

He surveyed the crowd, his tone steady yet leaving no room for argument:

"The risk assessment report is undergoing final verification. What's the rush?"