Novels by Lynn Lin

Ryan didn't respond.He scooped up the last bite of fried rice with his spoon, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.Elise took a deep breath.She needed to let this man see the heights she had reached. She needed him to regret."I've been preparing for this summit for three months."Her voice regained that condescending composure, but the urgency deep in her eyes betrayed her."The business plan is flawless. Today, I am absolutely going to secure the Wells family's investment."She leaned forward slightly, looking down at Ryan, who remained seated."Later, I can take you inside to show you how things work at this level. So you don't go your whole life without knowing what a top-tier corporate summit actually looks like."Ryan put down his spoon.He picked up a napkin from the table and wiped the corners of his mouth.His movements were unhurried and methodical.Then, he stood up.The chair legs scraped against the floor with a soft thud.He picked up his black suit jacket from the b

The next morning.The circular driveway in front of the Wells Group headquarters was packed tight with black sedans.Every car's paint job was polished to a mirror shine. Uniformed valets jogged through the traffic, taking key after key embossed with luxury logos.The Hayden City Annual Investment Summit.Deep blue vertical flags flanked the main entrance.Business elites in tailored suits walked up the steps in small groups, exchanging business cards and polite smiles.Elise's Porsche stopped at the end of the driveway.She stepped out of the passenger seat.Justin walked around to her side, gently picking a stray thread off the back hem of her coat."Don't be nervous, Elise."Justin's voice was gentle and considerate.He tilted his head slightly.A trace of cold calculation flashed in the depths of his eyes, instantly masked by a warm smile."After today, Nexora's stock will skyrocket."Elise nodded absentmindedly.Her makeup was impeccable—matte lip glaze, sharp eyeliner, highlight

The transaction structure diagram on the whiteboard radiated a freezing cold light.No one spoke in the office.Three pairs of eyes were nailed to Ryan, looking at him as if he were a creature they had never seen before.Nicholas's right hand rested on the armrest.His fingertips trembled uncontrollably.He used his left hand to press his right hand down. Pressed it twice. He couldn't hold it still.He looked at the spine-chillingly precise closed-loop strangulation drawn on the whiteboard.He had clawed his way through the financial world for decades. He had seen geniuses. Seen madmen. Seen genius-type madmen.But he had never seen anything like this.This wasn't a business plan. This was the blueprint for a slaughterhouse.And its architect was currently numbering every beast awaiting slaughter with the casual tone of discussing what to eat for lunch.Sterling stood rooted to the spot, his legs turning to jelly.His documents were still scattered across the floor.No one moved to pi

The atmosphere in the office dropped below freezing.The faces of Nicholas, Olivia, and Sterling turned incredibly grave.After a brief, frantic mental calculation, they all reached the same grim conclusion.The only way out was to amputate the limb to save the body.To cut their losses and seek self-preservation at the cost of at least two hundred million dollars.A crushing sense of powerlessness hung over the room like a dark cloud.Subconsciously, all three pairs of eyes shifted toward the man who had remained exceptionally calm from beginning to end.The man who had personally torn open this Pandora's box—Ryan.Nicholas leaned back tiredly against his wide leather chair, raising a hand to rub his throbbing temples.The commercial emperor who controlled the financial lifeblood of Hayden City now wore the heavy sorrow of a man forced to make a painful choice.He looked at the deathly pale Sterling and issued the directive."Prepare Plan B."His voice was hoarse and heavy."We must

The air in the office solidified into a physical weight the instant Ryan finished speaking.A flash of shock crossed Olivia's face. She asked almost subconsciously, "Why?"She couldn't understand.This contract was the greatest showing of sincerity her father could offer. It was a top-tier resource, enough to make any entrepreneur ecstatic. Ryan had absolutely no reason to refuse.Nicholas didn't speak.He merely leaned forward slightly. His sharp eyes locked onto Ryan, waiting for him to continue.He knew the main event had arrived.Ryan ignored Olivia's bewilderment. His gaze remained fixed on Nicholas."Article 17, Clause 3."Ryan's voice was indifferent, holding not a single ripple of emotion."The supplementary agreement regarding the 'Right of Priority Disposal of Assets.' Under extreme market conditions, it creates a legal priority conflict with an offshore trust registered by the Wells Group in Luxembourg."Nicholas's pupils contracted violently.Ryan didn't pause."This confl

Inside the smoothly ascending elevator, only Ryan and Olivia remained.The half-step of distance between them vanished the instant the car started moving.Olivia took the initiative, stepping closer.Her soft curves pressed almost completely against his side. Her slender arms naturally linked through his.She rested her head gently on his shoulder.The solid lines of his muscles were evident through the thin suit fabric, projecting a reassuring sense of power.Ryan didn't pull away.He could feel the warmth of her body and smell the elegant fragrance in her hair.The mirrored interior walls of the elevator reflected their closely pressed silhouettes.Suddenly, the tip of Olivia's nose twitched.She lifted her head. Her eyes, clear as water and inches away, searched Ryan's profile."You smell..."Her voice was very light, carrying a trace of gentle inquiry."...like another woman."It wasn't perfume. It was a cheaper, more domestic scent—a mix of soap and shampoo. Very faint, but impos