One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mu Lianjue was calmly standing before the window all this while. Watching her drastic movements, he seemed indifferent toward them. In this way, he let her light up and burn the original documents!

The fire quickly engulfed the sheets of paper with data and turned them into ashes. She flung her hands and allowed the burning scraps to scatter all over the floor and scorch through the expensive rug in this room. With a sinister look, she watched the important evidence be reduced into ashes. Seeing the floor be covered in soot and cinder, her lip flaps curled up to reveal her pearlescent teeth as she smugly laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Mu Wanrou raised her head smugly at him and said through gritted her teeth, "Just from this? Are you honestly threatening me with just this alone? Now, I'll see how else you can threaten me!"

His face surprisingly remained tranquil as she performed her seemingly maddening act.

In his eyes, a hint of pity and contempt fleeted through.

Seeing that frosty calmness on his face, she stopped laughing and her facial expression cooled off.

"What?"

How could he look so calm in the face?

She destroyed the evidence; could it be that he was unmoved by that?

Otherwise, did he still have a handle over her?

"You—"

"Do you really think that burning all those files will let you rest easy?" He gently stubbed out the cigar on an ashtray and lazily lifted his smiling-yet-not-smiling eyes.

He appeared to be mocking her ignorance.

"What do you mean?"

She suddenly found him to be too incomprehensible.

Thinking back now, her actions moments before indeed looked impulsive and naïve.

From the very start, those documents had been placed on a spot she could easily see them.

What did that mean?

Did it mean that they were not at all important to him?

Were they, perhaps, not the original copies?

"No need to doubt. Those were the only real copies of the evidence." As if he could read her mind, he coldly clarified that. "Still, do you think that, by burning the original documents, you can burn away all the evidence?"

She suddenly paled from shock and asked askance, "You're keeping my blood sample?!"

"Not too stupid, after all!"

He snorted at her contemptuously. "Even if I don't have your blood sample, so what? You can indeed easily destroy this evidence, but do you know what the biggest evidence is? It is of course the blood in your body. Can you turn your blood into Mu Qingcheng's?"

Her face turned white instantly.

That was true; the blood running through her veins was solid proof.

How could she be this stupid?! She was too naïve.

She thought too highly of herself!

"I…"

The middle-aged man pressed the bell. A few moments later, someone rushed into the room and replaced the charred rug with a new one.

She stood stiffly in spot.

This went on until he returned to the sofa. "Mu Wanrou, I advise you not to struggle anymore. You standing on the same side as me is your only protection from this."

"What motives do you have?" She sat across from him, trying to soothe her frightened self.

"My motives; I thought you are clear about them."

"Mu family… The position as Mu's family head?" She stared at his face as she spoke one at a time.