Page 54 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

At least for now.

The door opened behind me. The soft click of heels crossed the polished floor. I recognized the rhythm before I turned.

“Any updates?” I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the city outside.

From this high up, Hong Kong looked deceptively peaceful, completely unaware of the mess unfolding below. But I knew better than to mistake distance for safety.

“Yes, Mr. Li.”

I turned and immediately knew I’d made the right decision. Calling Andy had been a last-minute choice. I’d changed my mind on the plane and decided I needed someone I trusted—someone who could handle what I was about to hear without panicking.

“That’s good.”

I started toward her, then paused when I really looked at her. She seemed different. Not dramatically, just enough to notice the extra weight she’d gained since I’d last seen her. Healthy weight. Happy weight.

“You look great,” I said. “And I’m sorry for cutting your maternity leave short.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I had a great nine months’ rest.”

There was enough amusement in her voice to make me smile back. She crossed the room and handed me her phone.

“I brought what you asked for. CCTV footage from one of my sources.”

I took the phone and studied the footage carefully. The image was small but clear enough. Who was there. Who wasn’t. Where everyone had been standing.

I watched it again. Then a third time.

Something was there. I could feel it, even if I couldn’t yet see it.

“Can we enhance it?” I handed the phone back to Andy.

She glanced at the screen, then at me. “Erm… I’m afraid⁠—”

“Of course not.” I scoffed. This wasn’t some Bourne movie where a blurry face could magically become crystal clear. Still, I’d hoped technology had caught up enough to give me something. A face. A number plate. Anything.

Andy was already tapping on her phone. “But you know what…”

A soft chime sounded. The large screen mounted on the far wall came to life, filling the room with a pale blue glow. A familiar logo appeared before the footage replaced it.

I looked toward the screen.

“We might be able to catch something on the larger screen,” she explained.

I was already moving toward it, like a moth drawn toward a flame. “Play it again.”

“Sure.” She tapped the screen, and the footage started from the beginning. I watched without blinking, tracking every movement, every person, every vehicle, and every shadow crossing the edge of the frame.

“Do you want to see the other footage from outside the shop?”

I turned sharply. “We have that?”

“Yes.” She lifted her phone. “I just got it a few seconds ago.”

“Send it to the big screen.”

A few taps later, the footage changed. This time, I watched the street outside the egg tart shop, then switched back to the footage from inside. Outside. Inside. Back and forth. Something about the pattern bothered me.

“It was obvious someone had been following her from the beginning,” Andy said quietly.