The heavy oak door of Lu Jianjun's office burst open without ceremony, revealing Lu Jun-hui's incredulous expression. " Brother, What is this I'm hearing now? You sicied the ICC on her? On Li Na" he asked, striding inside with all the subtlety of a storm surge in fear.
Behind his immaculate desk, Lu Jianjun didn't so much as glance up from the contract he was reviewing. "No, I didn't send them," he replied evenly, his pen tracing clean lines over the page.
"Then who—?"
"But I'm not intervening either." The pen finally stopped. He looked up, meeting his younger brother's fury with dispassionate calculation. "Let's see how she navigates this."
A silence stretched—tense, immovable.
Lu Jun-hui blinked, the door still ajar behind him. "So that's it? You're just going to sit here and watch while the ICC corners her?"
At last, Lu Jianjun set the pen down with deliberate precision—like laying a weapon to rest. His gaze lifted slowly, expression carved from stone.
