She couldn't believe it. Just yesterday, she'd finally put the matter of the million dollars to rest, and now, out of nowhere, there was fifteen million to contend with. Her hand instinctively went to her phone, intending to call Zhang Qiu to have her confirm it, but she suddenly remembered her best friend's call from the day before. Zhang Qiu had said the first one was fake. So what was this about fifteen million dollars? An incredible thought struck her: was Zhang Qiu lying to her? But why? Zhang Qiu was her best friend; they'd been inseparable since middle school. There was no reason for her to lie. And then there was Zhou Sen. Where did he get that kind of money? Right now, Su Xiaohui's thoughts were a tangled mess. She had the urge to rush to the university and demand an explanation from Zhou Sen, but a glance at the time told her she had to be at work in ten minutes. She took a deep breath, pushed the matter aside for now, and headed to the hospital. It was a stroke of luck she was scheduled for outpatient duty; in the state she was in, she would have been in no condition to operate. When the end of her shift finally came, Su Xiaohui had calmed down. Instead of rushing off, she sat in her office and began to slowly piece together the events of the past two days. First, there was the fake million-dollar withdrawal slip from yesterday. Then today, the fifteen million dollars supposedly in Zhou Sen's name. Did the money even exist? If it did, where on earth had Zhou Sen gotten it? The whole thing was a mystery. The only person with the answers was Zhou Sen. What was he hiding from her? After much deliberation, Su Xiaohui decided she had to go home and have a serious talk with Zhou Sen. Having made up her mind, she composed herself and prepared to leave for the day. She glanced outside; the sky had long since gone dark. Her phone showed several missed calls and a few WeChat messages from Zhou Sen, asking why she wasn't home yet and if she had eaten. Every line overflowed with concern. Her heart softened as she read the messages. Her husband of many years still treated her with the same tenderness as when they first met. Maybe this whole affair was just a misunderstanding. She would find out as soon as she asked him. She texted Zhou Sen back as she waited for the elevator. It was well past closing time, but the hospital elevators were never truly empty. There was a man inside when she stepped in, deep in a phone conversation. She overheard him speaking to the person on the other end. "I'm at the hospital. I'm on my way." "Don't let him out of your sight!" "Embezzlement of public funds. With the amount he took, he's looking at ten years." "..." Su Xiaohui didn't register anything after that. The man's words echoed in her mind. Embezzlement. Her husband's degree was in accounting, and he’d always been a part-time lecturer in their university's finance department. Could it be… that money was… A cold dread washed over her as the possibility sank in. Just as she was lost in her turmoil, a low, raspy voice broke through her thoughts. "Getting out?" The voice snapped Su Xiaohui back to reality, and she saw the man in the elevator frowning at her. She’d been so preoccupied when she got on that she hadn't really noticed him. He was tall, with a powerful, muscular frame visible beneath his well-tailored clothes. He had a strong jaw, thin, tightly pressed lips, and a high-bridged nose that hinted at some foreign ancestry. His slightly upturned eyes gave him an air of arrogance, making him seem unapproachable. Coupled with the impatient frown he wore now, he looked intimidating. All in all, the man radiated an inexplicable pressure. He was completely different from any type of man she had ever encountered, and she instinctively took a step back. Seeing her reaction, Wen Zhao’s eyebrow arched. It was clearly not the first time he'd elicited such a response. He was about to press the 'close' button when Su Xiaohui's hand suddenly shot out to block the doors. Wen Zhao’s brow furrowed, his patience clearly wearing thin.