The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 935: Chapter 932: The 80/20 Principle (2)

"Who?"

"Yan Xixi."

"..."

"But she actually wasn’t on that flight."

Huang Xiaojue frowned slightly: "First she’s on it, then she’s not. What the hell does that mean?"

"You really don’t know?"

"..."

Zhou Ting sneered: "I’m puzzled myself. An emergency landing like that—odds lower than winning the lottery, maybe not that low, but still not high. Yet what a coincidence, Yan Xixi just happens not to be on the plane. Huang Xiaojue, don’t you think that’s weird? Where did her prophetic foresight come from?"

"What’s so weird about it?"

"She missed the flight because some lecher groped her. That’s not weird?"

Huang Xiaojue was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

She smiled, inscrutable: "I’m wondering the same thing. Huang Xiaojue, why don’t you help me analyze why Yan Xixi’s luck is always this damn good?"

Huang Xiaojue took the file she pushed over and looked it through; his expression slowly changed.

Sweat even beaded faintly on his forehead: how to buy off key personnel, how to create an incident, how to get through all kinds of checks... how to pick the location, how to cover it up afterward... It was an extremely perfect murder, practiced methods, each step laid down in advance.

Zhou Ting stared at him without blinking, not missing the slightest change in his expression.

Huang Xiaojue slapped the file onto the table: "Zhou Ting, you were trying to bring that plane down?"

"Don’t you think the setup was flawless? Practically a perfect work of art... It’s just a pity... what a pity..."

She sighed, actually feeling regret—genuine, from the heart.

Huang Xiaojue stared hard at her.

Zhou Ting’s face didn’t change; she giggled: "Is it that strange? That bitch Yan Xixi actually dared send me a gift like that. If I don’t give her a lesson, she’ll think I’m weak and easy to bully. I just didn’t expect her dogshit luck to be that good, that she’d escape even such a meticulous plan... Pity, what a huge pity. A once-in-a-lifetime chance wasted like that. I’m really unwilling to accept it; this is the first time in my life I’ve botched something..."

For one person—she was willing to wipe out more than a hundred unrelated passengers.

Huang Xiaojue stared fixedly at her.

He suddenly thought of Rina.

Rina moved between countless big tycoons, trading her body for intelligence, and intelligence for money. The ignorant masses always think Tycoons are so generous with their cash, not realizing that besides old men and people with ulterior motives who are willing to spend, even if you serve someone with your body, you might not get much money out of it—these days, a woman’s flesh is nowhere near as precious as you think.

Otherwise, the escorts and small-time models wouldn’t be unable to even pay their rent.

Rina was an exception because she held information—rather than paying to sleep with her, those CEOs were really paying the price for the intelligence she had in her hands.

That’s the difference between a female agent and just another pretty face.

He used to think Rina had already cultivated herself to a certain level, but after meeting Zhou Ting, he realized Rina wasn’t even in the same league; the gap was far, far too wide.

She was utterly unscrupulous, her smile innocent and beautiful, because she’d already pegged him as a grasshopper tied to the same rope.

"Huang Xiaojue, you have no idea how much I hate that woman. Back then, Wan Donglin broke off the engagement because of her, and she’s also your first love. Just thinking of her makes me sick, yet she still doesn’t know how to keep a low profile and had to provoke me..."