For a second, dead silence filled the hotel lounge.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

It was time.

Ring!

The sound of Mo Qingtian’s phone blasted from his pocket before he or any of the other guests could even begin mocking such unrealistic words.

Had the call been made?

Everyone had clearly heard Quan Jin as she arrogantly ensured President Mo, directly to his face, that the Mo Corporation was going to be seized and closed down within three seconds.

Facing so many judgmental looks, Mo Qingtian narrowed his icy cold eyes and immediately took out his phone.

He looked slightly relieved as he saw the name of the caller on the screen.

His finger swiped across it and he picked up, hitting the speakers button. He started, “Within three days, I want the Quan’s to be delisted entirely from Jiang—”

But before he could even finish…

“President Mo! President Mo! Something went wrong! Someone showed up from the government, said we are suspected of tax evasion. I don’t know who could have gotten a hold of our black market trades, and reported it to the government—”

Mo Qingtian fell silent.

“President Mo! What shall we do? The government has just released an order for all businesses under the Mo Enterprises to be seized—”

Seized?!

Thump!

Suddenly, before the caller could even finish the sentence, Mo Qingtian’s phone hit the floor with a loud thud. It was on speaker mode, and the caller had been speaking loudly enough to allow all the guests in the hotel lounge to clearly hear their conversation.

Mo Qingtian looked like he was about to pass out. He was stunned.

Mo Corporation had been closed down?

Just because of Quan Jin’s words, the entire enterprise had been shut down? What else was she hiding? In the space of three seconds, she had destroyed all the ties that the Mo’s had maintained for years and one had noticed!

At the VIP section of the hotel lounge, a paramount old man suddenly stood up, staring intensely in the direction of the door that Quan Jin had just walked out of.

He opened his mouth slightly, eyes filled with fears.

The entire Mo Corporation was closed down because of a few words. It was the power of the prophecy, capable of burning the entire world to ashes even at its prime.

But a prophecy had to start with the words “The God says”—

She was back!

She had to be back.

The old man’s fingers trembled in agitation, deep emotions stirring in his usually stern and calm eyes.

“It was you. Wasn’t that you? I should have known… I should have known that you would be back.”