My Ex-Boyfriend's Name Was in the Chairman's Will - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Early the next morning, Haisheng exploded from within.

Someone had anonymously posted surveillance screenshots of me entering a hotel with Luo Yuncheng late at night to the Board of Directors’ group chat. They had even attached the official statement the PR team had drafted the previous night. It was a blatant attempt to frame me as a textbook case of collusion and using public office for private gain.

Pan Yuming immediately called for an emergency board meeting, demanding that all my external authorities be suspended.

I was just finishing my tie when I received a call from Shen Kening at the entrance of the meeting room.

“Director Song, you’d better be prepared,” she said, her voice kept very low. “Director Pan wants to kick you out first, then find a way to strip the joint execution rights from Lawyer Luo.”

“He can’t take them.” I pushed the door open and scanned the crowded room. “The will is very clear.”

“The will was written by Director Fu, but people are flexible.” Pan Yuming sat in the head seat, smiling with forced politeness. “Yucheng, you really should explain the photos and surveillance from last night, shouldn’t you?”

I pulled out a chair and sat down. “Does staying at a hotel fall under the scope of things I need to explain?”

“Staying with the joint executor of the will does.”

“We didn’t stay in the same room.”

“The public doesn’t care about that.” Pan Yuming folded his hands. “The public only cares about whether you’re using this investigation to whitewash yourself and your old flame.”

“Director Pan, you’re in such a hurry to drag the conversation toward personal feelings. Are you afraid everyone will focus on something else?”

His expression darkened slightly.

“For instance, exactly how much money was underpaid for North River Phase 3? Why was the liability determination from twenty years ago changed? And why did my father’s work logs from before his death end up in Fu Mingzhang’s vault?” I slammed the photocopies onto the table. “Or perhaps, why your signature is on the approval forms.”

Silence instantly fell over the meeting room.

Several directors scrambled to look at the papers, their faces turning grim one by one.

Pan Yuming’s pupils constricted, but he quickly followed with a cold laugh. “You think you can convict me with a few photocopies of unknown origin?”

“What if we add surveillance footage to that?”

The door was pushed open, and Luo Yuncheng walked in.

He connected his laptop to the projector. The moment the video screen lit up, Pan Yuming’s composure truly shattered for the first time.

“Directors,” Luo Yuncheng said in a steady voice. “Based on the authority granted by Chairman Fu’s will, Song Yucheng and I have decided to officially launch a review of the North River Phase 3 historical accident. We are simultaneously submitting existing evidence to the procuracy. From this day forward, any act of interference, concealment, tampering, or destruction of relevant materials will be regarded as obstruction of justice.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Pan Yuming stood up, slamming his hand on the table.

“He is the joint executor of the will,” I interjected. “And I am the person at Haisheng who understands best how PR and the media operate. Director Pan, if you slam that table one more time, I guarantee the entire internet will know why you’re so anxious within five minutes.”

The atmosphere was a powder keg.

Just then, Shen Kening hurried in from outside and handed me a sealed file envelope.

“An anonymous delivery just arrived at the PR department,” she said.

I tore it open. Inside was a printed letter and an old key.

The letter contained only one line:

*Old office building, 27th floor archives, third row of iron cabinets.*

There was no signature.

Luo Yuncheng and I locked eyes, both realizing at once that this might be someone handing us the final brick.

Pan Yuming clearly guessed it too, his face turning ashen. “No one is allowed to touch the records in that building!”

“You’re too late.” I stood up. “Shen Kening, notify the media. We’re holding a briefing at three this afternoon.”

“Now?”

“Yes, right now.” I looked at Pan Yuming, enunciating every word. “Since someone is hell-bent on making a scene, let’s make it so big that he can no longer cover it up.”