Lin Chu sat still, not moving.
She came here for the sake of the precarious Lin's Company, where her father's lifelong efforts were invested, and it can't fall.
As for why the investment was withdrawn, she knew all too well.
Calmly, she spoke, "I have something to tell you; it will only take a few minutes."
Lu Huai'an lowered the glass window and lit a cigarette, the bluish smoke spreading in the air, masking the fatigue in his eyes.
Indifferently, he refused, "The pit of Lin's is a bottomless one, there's no need to continue discussing."
Lin Chu knew that unless Lu Huai'an believed that it wasn't she who caused Mrs. Lu's death, there was no way he would reinvest the funds into Lin's.
"What if I told you that the person who pushed your mother down the stairs was Shen Weiyi, and her fall was due to her own reasons? Would you think...I'm lying for the company's benefit?"
Trust that needs explanation is not pure trust.
