Chapter 28 — After Doctor Diep Disappeared

Everyone in the meeting room looked at each other. No one knows what he is thinking. That night. Diep Nam Sanh stands in front of the ground-level window on the 63rd floor of the hotel. Below is the night scene of Bac Thanh, the lights spread across a large area. In the distance there is a building with a logo that emits blue light in the dark night. Four big words: "Co Thi Group". In her left hand she held a glass of wine, inside was dark red liquid. She looked at those four words for a long time. Then, she slowly tilted the wine glass. The wine spilled out of the rim of the glass, flowing down the sides of the glass. Fall to the carpet under your feet. One drop, two drops, then flows into a stream. The dark red color seeps into the pale carpet fibers, spreading a dark stain. She doesn't drink. Don't drink a single drop. The wine glass is empty. She placed the empty glass on the windowsill, turned and walked back to the bedroom. Turn off the lights, go to sleep. There's still work to do tomorrow. … Bac Thanh High-end Trade Summit. Location at Lobby A Quoc Mau Hotel. For those who can enter this hall, the lowest threshold is to pay over one hundred million yuan in the previous year's corporate tax. Today's seating arrangement has an additional guest of honor chair temporarily added compared to previous years. That's Jane's chair. The business world has been rumored for half a month now, everyone is buzzing about the Asian woman who is stirring up Wall Street about to return home. Everyone is curious to know what her face is like. 10 am. Guests filed into the hall. Co Han Chau sat in the second row of the guest of honor area, one empty seat to the left. He wore a dark gray suit, but the size was a few sizes larger, and the shirt was unbuttoned. The Windsor tie is loose and tilted to one side. The cheeks are sunken, the eye sockets are deep, the stubble is protruding under the chin. He sat there, like a mummy that someone had dragged here. The businessmen next to him glanced at him, then quickly looked away. Co Han Chau didn't care. He only came here because the negotiation announcement said Jane would give an important speech at this conference. Applause rang out. The lights on the stage turned on. A figure stepped out from the wings. Black haute couture suit, closely tailored, straight shoulder line. The black veil covered half of her face from the cheekbones down, revealing only her eyes and delicate forehead. Her hair is tied neatly at the nape of her neck, sharp and decisive. Under his feet were a pair of black pointed high heels, stepping on the wooden floor of the stage, making clicking sounds. The aura radiating from her was as cold as a blade that had just been sharpened. The stands were engulfed in silence. Not polite silence, but actually being overwhelmed by that atmosphere. She stepped in front of the microphone, her left hand adjusted the microphone's height. Then speak. In English. English is so fluent that there is not a single stumble. The voice is clear but cold, the speaking speed is moderate, each syllable is extremely clear.

“Good morning. I’m Jane, representing Pacific Bridge Capital.”

The first sentence just ended. It's her. It's Diep Nam Sanh. The speech on stage ended. Loud applause. Diep Nam Sanh nodded slightly in greeting, then turned to leave. Co Han Chau jumped up from the chair. He knocked over the person on the left, kicked the small table in front of him, and the champagne glass spilled over floor.

“Get out of the way.”

He pushed the people in the second row, knocked over a chair, and rushed straight into the aisle between the two rows. Then he started running. From the second row, run straight up the stairs leading to the stage. The security guard tried to stop him, but he knocked him away. He rushed onto the stage. Diep Nam Sanh approached the entrance to the backstage. He stopped three meters from her back.