Chapter 58: The Fall of the Black Mirror

"I was kicked out by them!" Black Mirror said sullenly.

"Kicked out? That's great, haha." Wang Yu listened with genuine delight.

Mo Shu shot Wang Yu a glance, always attentive to Wang Yining's state of mind, though he couldn't deny a faint sense of schadenfreude himself.

"So what happened exactly? Tell us," Wang Yu urged, always eager for the latest gossip.

Black Mirror sighed and began his account, going on at length. As Mo Shu and the others listened, they became increasingly convinced that Zhao Kunlun had deserved everything he got.

The truth was, Kunsheng Group had been flourishing in those days, and Kunsheng Racing Team had a reputation as the reigning force in the GTCC—a true golden age!

But everything changed during an exclusive, high-profile annual event in the racing world. It was there that Zhao Kunlun met Wilmin.

She was a European woman, voluptuous, blonde, blue-eyed, young and stunningly beautiful, quick-witted and charming. Naturally, she became the center of attention among the guests, and a crowd of wealthy older men fell under her spell, falling over themselves to curry favor. Toasts were exchanged, hands shaken, each man hoping to take advantage of the situation.

Had it been any ordinary young woman, she would have fled at the first opportunity, and even the most worldly would have felt a touch of humiliation. But Wilmin displayed consummate skill as a socialite, not only deftly handling the crowd but also introducing her companions to these wealthy men.

Zhao Kunlun watched from the sidelines, restless with desire. In his daily life, he was the very model of discipline and self-control. It was this rare quality that had enabled him to build his empire from nothing.

But, as the saying goes, no one is perfect—and Zhao Kunlun was no exception.

He was a lecher. A hopeless womanizer.

Women were the chasm he could never cross, his fatal flaw. It was also the chief reason mother and daughter Wang Yining had left him years ago.

But he was a billionaire, after all, and his confidence was unshakable. Glass of champagne in hand, he strode over to Wilmin.

Predictably, the seasoned old fox and the expert socialite hit it off at once.

When Wilmin learned that he owned a racing team outright, a flash of joy and greed glinted in her eyes. Zhao Kunlun, blinded by her beauty, failed to sense the looming danger.

Still, as a shrewd businessman, profit was his guiding instinct, and caution was second nature. Within half an hour, his personal assistant had sent him Wilmin's complete dossier.

Excusing himself to the restroom, Zhao Kunlun almost dropped his diamond-encrusted, limited-edition phone into the toilet when he read the file.

This woman was far out of his league.

Wilmin, female, twenty-eight, born in Austria, long-time resident of Denmark, nationality unknown.

Rumored to be the leader of the "Six Realms Sovereign," the most influential independent investor in the racing world.

"Dear God! Six Realms Sovereign?" Zhao Kunlun fought to suppress his wild thoughts and read on.

She had never owned or worked for any company or institution worldwide—no records of industrial espionage or illegal transactions. No criminal or civil offenses, never married, no steady partner, no hint of any romantic entanglement.

In short, aside from the rumors, there was nothing to go on. Just two words.

"Spotless."

Zhao Kunlun pondered the information. There was no reason to distrust Wilmin, yet nothing to trust either.

In the end, however, his desire to latch onto someone powerful—and his unquenchable lust—overpowered his reason.

He and Wilmin left the party together and booked a luxury suite at the five-star hotel.

But once inside, Wilmin only heightened his anticipation. She made no move to join him in the act he was so eager for. Instead, she coquettishly pressed him into the sofa, fetched a bottle of whiskey from the bar, and claimed she felt a rare kinship with him.

Zhao Kunlun thought, "A late-night chat is fine; Wilmin won't escape my grasp tonight anyway." So he relaxed and drank with her.

But after only a few rounds, he—usually a man of prodigious tolerance—unexpectedly felt drunk. His eyelids grew leaden, his mind foggy, his limbs weak.

"Damn, is this some kind of high-end honey trap?" That was Zhao Kunlun's last thought before he lost consciousness.

After that, Zhao Kunlun vanished without a trace. Not even Black Mirror, his own son, nor his most trusted assistant and bodyguard knew where he had gone. They searched everywhere he could possibly be, questioned everyone he knew—nothing.

Some said he was last seen with Wilmin, but no one had her contact information, and inquiries led nowhere. Everyone was frantic.

Someone suggested calling the police. But if news of Zhao Kunlun's disappearance got out, what would happen to the company? The stock price? The competitors?

Just as all hope seemed lost, Zhao Kunlun reappeared after three days.

Black Mirror remembered it was just before dawn. Zhao Kunlun slipped quietly into the house, fully dressed and immaculate—nothing like a man missing for days.

Black Mirror, who hadn't slept all night, handed his father a bottle of water. Zhao Kunlun downed three in a row.

As his son was about to ask what had happened, Zhao Kunlun suddenly showed an expression Black Mirror had never seen before—seductive and sinister. In a low voice, he said, "I'm planning to make you a member of the Six Realms Sovereign, but you have to do something for me."

Six Realms Sovereign! Black Mirror had never dreamed of such status, but replied casually, "What is it?"

Zhao Kunlun opened another bottle of water, his tone menacing. "Murder. Kill Ruslane for me!"

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"What! You're the culprit?" Mo Shu and Wang Yu interrupted in unison.

Ruslane gave a helpless, wry smile. So it was Black Mirror who had caused his accident—the culprit was standing right in front of him.

Black Mirror spoke timidly, "Ruslane, I’m sorry. You can call the police and have me arrested."

"Arrest you? I’ll kill you myself!" Everyone knew how obsessed Mo Shu was with finding the person responsible for that accident.

"Mo Shu, wait!" Ruslane interjected. "Black Mirror, how exactly were you kicked out? You haven't explained."

Black Mirror rubbed his nose and continued, "It's complicated. There were many reasons."

"Spare us! Just tell the truth!" Mo Shu's eyes were bloodshot.

"It was because of you!" Black Mirror suddenly roared, pointing at Mo Shu.

"Because of me? What nonsense is this? Are you crazy?" Mo Shu raised his hand and chopped at Black Mirror.