Chapter 573 She’s Dead

• At ten in the morning, one piece of news blew up the whole Su-Hang network. In a heartbeat it felt like an earthquake online, crashing over every feed.
• A wedding motorcade with over a dozen S-class Mercedes and a stretch Bentley in the lead swept through the entire city, circling Su-Hang once in grand style.
• All the way, police cleared the road. The convoy glided through like it owned the place, turning every head it passed. And that wasn’t even the wildest part—the cars carried five full trunks of betrothal gifts: gold and silver jewelry from Chow Tai Fook and Chow Sang Sang; pearls and agate as common as marbles; a mountain of expensive clothes and fabrics; and all kinds of designer bags women dream about.