The Inheritance Trigger

The bridal suite corridor was a pressurized, sterile vacuum. Eighteen minutes remained until the ceremony, and the Gu family staff moved with the rhythmic, calculated efficiency of clockwork. They didn’t just avoid eye contact; they rerouted their paths, creating a quarantine zone around Lin Yue.

He Liang stood by the service elevator, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on the mahogany paneling. He wasn’t supposed to be here. As the family’s legal archivist, his silence was usually bought with high-tier dividends, but

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