The Most Dangerous Member of the Yin Family

The prayer beads in Madam Yun's hand suddenly snapped.

Countless Buddhist beads scattered across the floor with a clatter.

The prayer beads hit the floor, but it felt as if they struck everyone's heart.

A single bead rolled to Charles Yin's feet. He bent down to pick it up, but instead of returning it to Madam Yun, he continued in a leisurely tone: "But Grandma, you can rest assured. I've already handled the aftermath for you—no one will ever know the real cause of Howard Gu's death. Consider it a gift from your grandson, a little token for our meeting. I hope you accept it with a smile."

With a flick of his finger, Charles Yin sent the bead in his palm flying straight into the tray held by the maid who was picking up the scattered beads.

"Honestly, I've never liked the Gu family. Keeping quiet all this time isn't really my style. The only reason I didn't touch them before wasn't because I couldn't, but because I didn't want to." Charles finished, stood up slowly, took the coat from Little A, and his smile remained as gentle as the breeze. But his next words struck Madam Yun right in the heart: "If anyone dares lay a finger on Cecilia Gu, I'll take their life—no exceptions, not even the Yun family. Grandma, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave! My assistant will leave you my contact information. You're welcome to reach out anytime about an alliance. Goodbye!"

With that, Charles Yin turned and walked away.

Leaving behind a floor full of broken hearts.

A few minutes after Charles Yin left, Madam Yun slowly stood up, took a few steps with her assistant's help, then suddenly stopped and muttered to herself, "I've always heard the Yin family produced an extraordinary heir, but only now do I realize—he's not just extraordinary, he's probably the most dangerous person in the Yin family! All those things I did, Max Mo never figured out, but Charles Yin not only guessed them, he even cleaned up the mess for me. This Charles Yin... is truly not to be underestimated."

"Madam, between Charles Yin and Max Mo, who's more formidable?" the assistant couldn't help but ask.