Chapter Thirteen: The Overseas Predicament

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Bei Mo sat in his office, listening to the legal team’s analysis over the phone.

“President Bei, the local laws are extremely complicated, and many clauses favor James. This lawsuit won’t be easy to win,” the lawyer warned, causing Bei Mo’s brows to knit tightly. The office felt as if it was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive cloud.

But Bei Mo was not one to be easily intimidated. He resolved to confront James personally at the overseas investment site.

When they first met, James denied any fraudulent behavior with an innocent expression, even turning the tables by accusing Bei Mo of poor management leading to the investment failure.

Bei Mo’s anger flared instantly. He retorted fiercely, “James, don’t try to fool me with your lies. I see through all your tricks.” The tension between them became palpable, the surrounding staff watching nervously, not daring to utter a word.

Bei Mo glared at James, his eyes seeming to burn with fire. “Hmph, do you think you can get away with this? I’m here to expose your true colors today.” But James showed no fear, crossing his arms and wearing a provocative smile.

Taking a deep breath, Bei Mo began to investigate locally. But no matter how hard he searched, many crucial pieces of evidence appeared to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving no trace.

His gaze grew colder as he clenched his fists, thinking, “James, do you really believe this will stop me?” Bei Mo was tirelessly investigating overseas, spinning like a top, yet progress was as stubborn as a blockage—nothing seemed to come out.

That old fox James had hidden his tracks meticulously; key evidence was discarded like used tissue paper, leaving not even a scrap behind.

Looking at the useless pile of documents in his hands, Bei Mo was tempted to tear James’s office apart.

At night, the dim light in his hotel room felt like a soft filter, casting a faint loneliness over his weary face.

He sat alone on the sofa, feeling utterly abandoned by the world.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered and the city buzzed with life, but it all felt irrelevant to him.

At this moment, he was like a lone wolf lost in the wilderness, directionless and hopeless.

Rubbing his temples fiercely, Bei Mo decided he could no longer sit idle and wait for defeat.

He dialed his overseas contacts, and after some small talk, they finally revealed a “hidden gem”—an expert well-versed in exploiting local legal loopholes.

“President Bei, I’ve heard of this expert. They’re a real genius, specializing in every legal blind spot,” the voice on the other end hinted with a touch of mystery.

Bei Mo’s eyes lit up, feeling as if he had spotted an oasis in a desert of despair.

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He hurried to meet the expert without delay.

The expert lived up to their reputation, quickly exposing James’s scheme and providing an entirely new line of evidence.

Listening to the expert’s analysis, Bei Mo felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline, his strength returning and his previous dejection swept away.

He sensed the dawn of victory just ahead, a faint smile tugging at his lips as confidence once again sparkled in his eyes.

“President Bei, with this, I don’t see where James can run this time!” The expert’s words were like a firm reassurance, a soothing balm to Bei Mo’s nerves.

A cold smile curled at Bei Mo’s mouth as he slowly rose, picking up his coat from the table, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“Let’s go pay an old friend a visit,” he said, walking out, his silhouette disappearing through the doorway, leaving a faint chill lingering in the air.

After securing the crucial evidence, Bei Mo did not rush into action.

Like a crouching leopard, he waited patiently for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow to James.

Late at night, Bei Mo stood by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window, gazing upon the city ablaze with lights.

The bustling metropolis seemed utterly silent to him; his thoughts drifted far away to the woman who occupied his heart—Duan Fei.

He took out his phone and flipped through photos of Duan Fei, her smile radiant and captivating in every frame.

A gentle curve appeared on Bei Mo’s lips, warmth flooding his heart.

He recalled their sweet times together—the quarrels and bickering that now seemed so precious in hindsight.

“Fei Fei, when I return, we’ll have a proper talk,” Bei Mo whispered softly to the screen, as if she were right beside him.

But tenderness was fleeting; his gaze soon hardened again.

He pocketed his phone and returned to his desk, beginning to lay out his “revenge plan.”

He chose not to follow conventional legal channels but took an unconventional path by reaching out to James’s local business rival—a man named Carlos.

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“Bei Mo, are you sure you want to team up with me? James isn’t someone to be trifled with,” Carlos’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a warning.

“I know, but I’m not afraid of him,” Bei Mo replied firmly, confidence shining in his eyes.

Carlos was silent for a moment, then chuckled darkly. “Alright, I like your guts. Let’s make this a fruitful partnership.”

Bei Mo’s move caught everyone off guard, including James himself.

He never expected Bei Mo to ally with his arch-enemy.

James began to panic, like an ant on a hot pan, pacing anxiously.

Those around also marveled at Bei Mo’s strategy; they never imagined this seemingly gentle and refined man could be so decisive and ruthless.

However, things were far from simple.

James was no pushover; he quickly mobilized local forces to intimidate Bei Mo.

Once again, Bei Mo found himself in peril, uncertain if he could weather the storm.

“President Bei, we’ve received word that James has sent people...” The assistant hurried into the office but was interrupted by urgent knocking at the door.

“Knock knock knock—” The pounding grew more insistent, as if heralding an even greater tempest to come.

Bei Mo’s eyes sharpened as he commanded in a deep voice, “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing a man dressed in black who handed Bei Mo a letter before turning away without a word.

Bei Mo opened the letter, his face instantly darkening. The note contained only one sentence:

“The game has only just begun.”