The CEO's 100 Billion Bride: The Secret War of the Rich

The blood was still wet in the hospital lobby, and the cold wind at three in the morning poured in through the broken glass door, bringing a bone-chilling chill. Su Wanwan looked at the threatening text message on her phone, her mind racing.

"Either you come alone, or everyone who knows will encounter an 'accident'."

This was not a threat, but a declaration of war. The other party had obviously lost patience and was ready to eliminate all those who knew about it.

"Let's leave here first." Huo Yanshen's voice was very soft, but it was full of unquestionable determination. He put his arm around Su Wanwan's shoulders and looked around vigilantly.

"Wait." A slightly panicked voice called out to them.

A middle-aged doctor wearing a mask walked over quickly, holding something in his hand: "The old man was still breathing weakly when he was brought in just now. During the rescue process, he kept repeating a name - Wang Jianming."

The doctor handed over a blood-stained wallet: "This was found in his clothes."

Su Wanwan took the wallet, and inside was a yellowed business card: Wang Jianming, Senior Financial Accountant, Credit Suisse (retired). On the back was a string of numbers scribbled: "C6-1103".

"I know this person." Liu Feng suddenly said, "He has helped us solve several financial fraud cases before and is very famous in the industry. It is said that... he also participated in the initial investigation of the 'ghost account' case that year."

Ghost Account Case! Su Wanwan was shocked. Wasn't this the last case her father handled before he committed suicide?

"Where is he now?"

"I live in the North City Sanatorium." Liu Feng said, "But at this point..."

"I must see him right away." Su Wanwan said firmly.

Huo Yan frowned: "It's too dangerous. The other party is obviously..."

"So we have to get ahead of them." Su Wanwan interrupted him, "If we wait until six in the morning, we may not have another chance."

Huo Yanshen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I'll go with you. But you have to do it my way."

Ten minutes later, an ordinary taxi drove out of the hospital. Su Wanwan and Huo Yanshen sat in the back seat, Liu Feng drove, and two police cars were far behind.

The car turned onto the viaduct, and the neon lights of the city flickered in the early morning. Su Wanwan looked out the window, and her father's last appearance flashed through her mind. Did he also sit in such a night, bearing the unspeakable secret alone?

"We're here." Liu Feng's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The lights in the Chengbei Sanatorium were dim. The nurse on duty recognized Liu Feng's police ID and immediately took them to room 1103.

The moment the door opened, Su Wanwan's heart skipped a beat.

A white-haired old man was sitting on a recliner by the window, seemingly waiting for someone. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.

"I've finally seen you, Miss Su." Wang Jianming's voice was a little hoarse. "I've waited for this day for too long."

"Uncle Wang, do you know my father?"

"Yes, of course I do." The old man gave a bitter smile, "I was working at a Swiss bank at that time and witnessed a lot of things. But...some things become a burden when I know too much about them."

He trembled as he took out an old suitcase from the bedside table: "I have been waiting for the right opportunity all these years. Now, it's time for the truth to see the light of day."

There was a stack of yellowed documents in the suitcase, and on top was a photo. In the photo, my father, dressed in a neat suit, was standing in front of a financial building, talking to a man with his back to the camera. The man was wearing a magnolia-shaped cufflink on his wrist, which glowed strangely in the sun.

"April 1999, 4, Zurich." Wang Jianming's hands were shaking. "That day I saw with my own eyes an astonishing transfer - one billion US dollars, and the code name of the recipient was 'Magnolia'. I felt it was strange at the time and secretly recorded some information. Later I found out that this money was just the tip of the iceberg."

He pulled out a few tables from the pile of documents: "This is the flow of funds I sorted out based on the internal records of the bank. In just three years, there were dozens of similar offshore accounts, with a cumulative amount of more than 10 billion US dollars. All this money eventually flowed to a mysterious organization - the Magnolia Society."

"Magnolia Club?"

"A mysterious organization hidden in the financial world. They secretly manipulate the global economy by controlling the flow of funds. Your father...he discovered something he shouldn't have discovered."

At this point, Wang Jianming suddenly started coughing violently. He took out a USB flash drive from his pocket: "The detailed evidence is all here. Your father did not commit suicide, he was... "

Before he finished speaking, a strange noise suddenly came from outside the window!

"Be careful!" Huo Yanshen pounced on Su Wanwan.

"Bang!" A bullet grazed his shoulder and hit the wall. Then there was another muffled sound, and a flower of blood splashed on Wang Jianming's chest.

“Uncle Wang!”

The old man stood up shakily and stuffed the USB into Su Wanwan's hand: "Let's go... they are coming... remember, we must find out the truth..."

Before he finished speaking, another bullet whizzed in. This time it hit the vital point.

Wang Jianming fell slowly, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished. The USB flash drive was still tightly grasped in his stiff hand, and it was covered with mottled blood.

Liu Feng led his men into the room, and Huo Yanshen protected Su Wanwan and evacuated quickly. A sirens sounded in the distance, but the sniper had long disappeared. Only a magnolia-shaped cufflink was left on the concrete floor of the rooftop...

The crowd in the hospital corridor was in chaos. Su Wanwan received another strange text message on her phone:

"Last chance. Come alone tomorrow morning at six o'clock. Otherwise, more people will die for you."

Looking out the window, the night sky before dawn is as dark as ink. This is destined to be a sleepless night. And the real storm has just begun...