, I think I must have truly threatened her.

　　She squinted her eyes and smiled at me cutely.

　　I always had a vague sense that she had a hidden agenda, but she concealed it so well and the people around her were infatuated with her as if they were enchanted.

　　...

　　Pei Chen returned to the country two weeks before the bidding meeting.

　　At that time, I was busy preparing for the meeting, determined to win against Lin Qi, to be fully prepared to the point where even a nanoscopic flaw couldn't be found.

　　After drinking the third cup of coffee, he forcedly said to me on the phone, "Come down, stop looking at your pathetic case files." "..." I got into Pei Chen's car and immediately fell asleep.

　　No amount of caffeine could fight off sleepiness.

　　He sighed and reluctantly covered me with a blanket.

　　I woke up in the evening.

　　The dim light from outside cast a slanting line into the room.

　　He held the camera, not knowing what he was taking pictures of.

　　"Stop taking pictures," I rubbed my hair and told him that I hadn't put on any makeup.

　　He put the lens cap back on and then handed me a folder with a bitter smile.

　　"Lin Xia, do you remember when you asked me if we should believe in fate?" "Now, I'm not sure either." I opened the envelope and there were several photos inside.

　　Lin Qi was holding hands with a man and going in and out of several hotels.

　　Pei Chen rubbed his temples and said, "Gu Lengting, you know him, right?" "He's the CEO of the target company for this bidding." "This guy, I don't know how he became so powerful.

　　His industry covers the whole country, and he has connections." "Here." He pointed at a photo.

　　"How many times has he been to hotels with Lin Qi?" "Do you still have any doubts about who will win this bidding?" ...

　　It's almost like this bidding is just a gift from the CEO to his mistress.

　　But my focus is not on that.

　　I looked at these photos over and over again.

　　I asked him, "Pei Chen, you used to be a war journalist." "How do you know about celebrity gossip? This angle of photography is purely paparazzi, right?" He coughed with his fist against his lips.

　　"Cough, I took them myself." "Regular journalists don't have my level of guerrilla skills." "..." I put the photos away and handed them back to him.

　　I smiled at him.

　　"I know." "Actually, I have a friend who has been working in the artificial intelligence industry.

　　Before I came here, he asked AI to calculate the probability of me winning this bid.

　　Guess what it was?" "0, 37%." "But I still believe I can win." He stood there stunned, then suddenly laughed.

　　He raised the camera, aimed it at me, and asked, "Why?" "Before, I always thought I was the supporting actress, destined to be sacrificed, cannon fodder.

　　But what if, I'm actually the protagonist of another novel?" "What if someone is watching me, hoping that I'll fight back, hoping that I'll win, hoping that I'll defeat my destined opponent?" I looked into the lens, smirked, and said softly, "I won't lose." "Is the probability 0, 37%?" "0, 37% will also become 100% at some point." "Make sure you watch me closely and give me a grand finale." In