Blackstone Code

It was past eleven in the night when Gap, exhausted, returned home from the company. Recently, he had been dealing with some traces in the company's accounts related to transactions with EverBright Group.

Some things were not recorded in the books, but money had been added, and some things were in the books, but the numbers didn't add up. It was not just one messy account; there were many.

Through the arduous work during this period, he suddenly gained some vague insights. EverBright Group, a company similar in size to Listoan Group where he worked, or even larger, had suddenly fallen into a quagmire. It was definitely not just a simple case of tax evasion; there might be some connection to foreign capital involvement.

Gap wasn't entirely clear where this feeling came from. While addressing the company's issues, he was also closely monitoring news about the EverBright Group scandal. From his perspective, there seemed to be no problem on the EverBright's side.

"Maybe I shouldn't think too much," he said to himself while driving, turning into the community entrance from the main road.

These major cases were too far away from him. Not to mention influence or interference, he couldn't even do anything about it. His concern for the case was purely out of curiosity.

Gap's car had been registered in the community before. As his car approached the security booth, the on-duty guard immediately raised the barrier. Gap managed to squeeze out a smile and said, "Thank you."

Sometimes, politeness wasn't just a result of upbringing or personal character; it was a way to maintain a positive image. This could be seen as a kind of adult hypocrisy or essential knowledge one had to master when entering society.

For Gap and many like him, a simple "thank you" was enough to enhance their image.

Just as he was about to step on the gas to drive into the community, the security guard seemed hesitant, with a strange expression on his face.

People who worked with numbers were meticulous; those not attentive wouldn't be able to handle such work. Gap's eyebrows slightly moved, and he took his foot off the accelerator pedal, placing it back on the floor. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Originally, the security guard didn't intend to meddle, but since Gap was so polite, a form of "respect" for him, it made it difficult for the guard to keep silent. He looked conflicted, and Gap found it even stranger.

"If there's something, please tell me. It might be important to me," Gap said with seriousness, using "please" to convey his sincerity.

The security guard sighed and said, "I shouldn't be meddling, Mr. Gap, but...," he shook his head, but who would know what the headshake meant, "Mrs. Vera came back tonight in a car with a young man, a very handsome one..."

The security guard revealed what was on his mind and stopped there. Such things were strictly forbidden.

Whether in a mid-range or upscale community, service companies didn't allow employees to leak or discuss anything related to the residents. Every year, there were many lawsuits about privacy. So every employee would need to undergo professional training before starting the job. However, Gap was adept at disguise, and the security guard, on duty today, still retained some innocence typical of those in the lower strata of society. In the end, he said what he shouldn't have.

Gap's face suddenly turned unpleasant. He forced a smile and tossed a pack of cigarettes out of the window. "Thanks, I arranged for someone to bring her back."

The security guard breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that so? That's good. I almost thought..."

He spoke with some embarrassment, completely unaware of Gap's darkening expression, almost blending with the surrounding darkness.contemporary romance

After parking the car, Gap opened the door with a gloomy face. He never thought his marriage would have any problems.

He was young, handsome, had a job envied by everyone, possessed considerable assets, and was about to become a junior partner in Listoan Group. Though only a junior partner, he had surpassed the majority of people. He was already stepping onto higher stages, and no woman would leave him, just like those cheap girls in the company.

But now, he was angry. A decoration he considered essential in his life, something to adorn his social integrity, a pet he raised, was breeding unpleasant thoughts.

Any man with a strong sense of masculinity couldn't endure this!

He pushed open the guest room door; they were still in a cold war, sleeping in separate rooms.

Vera hadn't slept yet. She had the bedside lamp on, reading a management book that Gap had bought before. She had some wine tonight, and women under the influence of alcohol would often become more emotional, sometimes engaging in impulsive behaviors like reading a book while slightly tipsy... Was it really effective?

Not necessarily, but they would use their "efforts" to inspire themselves.

The moment the door opened, Gap looked at Vera, and Vera met Gap's gaze. They stared at each other for a moment, then Gap suddenly said, "Did you drink tonight?"

Vera put down the book in her hand. "Is it any of your business?"

At this point, Gap was somewhat annoyed. While he was working hard outside, this woman was mingling with other men. He had been suppressing his emotions, but it leaked out.

His voice carried a strange hoarseness, a sense of inexplicable injury. "You betrayed me!"

There was a hint of displeasure on Vera's face. "I was just discussing work with a friend, and there are no marks on my buttocks!"

One sentence instantly calmed Gap down. That day was the biggest humiliation of his life, and he found a reason to kick that cheap bitch, who left a few lip marks on his buttocks, out of the company.

He might have done something unfaithful in the office, but these things should be left in the office. Whether taken home by him or by others, it was a violation. Additionally, Vera still had some alcohol in her system, and arguing would only make neighbors laugh at them. If that really happened, by tomorrow morning, the entire community would probably know what happened to his family. So, he wisely chose to keep silent.

He pointed at Vera. "You better remember that you're married!"

Vera counterattacked without showing any weakness. "Do you think you remembered that?"

Gap felt that his head was about to explode. Where did his gentle and obedient wife go?

He turned around, closed the door heavily, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom. He needed a shower to calm himself down.

In the bathroom, he saw Vera's changing clothes. After some careful deduction and reasoning, he felt a bit relieved. At least, Vera hadn't betrayed him.

Just as he relaxed for less than a minute, his mood soured again. This woman actually learned to talk back. It seemed that years of indulgence had misled her into thinking it was freedom. After this period was over, he needed to have a serious talk with her.

Early the next morning, Gap left in his car. There were still many ledgers that needed his attention; he had no time to waste at home.

Vera woke up late in the morning, having had a very good sleep due to some alcohol. After taking a shower, she entered the study to pick some books related to management. Lin Qi trusted her, so she had to work hard to repay that trust.

As she was about to leave after selecting a few books, she suddenly noticed several ledgers on Gap's desk. Every accountant disliked these things, but they were sensitive to them because it was their work.

Vera hesitated for a moment, walked over, and took a glance. It was an original copy, with a clear line of small words underneath — Listoan Company (Group) Ledger...Please vote for this at https://www.updates.com/series/blackstone-code/

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