Chapter 3

　　The next day, Mae dragged her tired body to work. 　　After work, she received a reminder from her boss that there will be a business reception tonight, and the president of the Wu Zhou Group is likely to attend it and asked Mae to accompany him. 　　Mae readily agreed to change into an elegant blue dress. 　　Her destination, a three-story luxury cruise ship on the sea. 　　By the time she arrived, the deck was full of guests, including political and business celebrities. The guests were talking and laughing, reflecting on the splendor of the cruise ship. 　　Mark Mu also received an invitation to a commercial reception. 　　When he opened the invitation list and saw a familiar name, his black eyes suddenly narrowed. 　　“Mae Ye?” 　　“Hello, Is there someone called Mae Ye on this list? 　　“Is it the same person?” Mark thought. 　　As a result, he went to the cruise ship. 　　In the crowd, he saw the woman at a glance. A similar body shape and overlapping facial features, each of which told himself, “Mae Ye, it really is her. She's not dead!” 　　Four years ago, he learned that the mental hospital was on fire. When he rushed to the scene, it was in a mess. Although no female corpse was found, everyone knows that Mae's chances of escaping are very low. 　　Four years later, she appeared at such a cocktail party, dressed in an eye-catching water blue dress, hovering among a sea of sparkling jewelry and faces, calmly handling the guests. 　　Mark looked at her eyes and wanted to strangle her once more. 　　He asked the receptionist, "Which company does Miss Ye belong to?" 　　The planner checked it with a tablet and said respectfully, "Mr. Mu, Miss Mae Ye is with Mr. Zhao of Boteng Group." 　　"Mr. Zhao?" Mark bit the name. He clenched his fist, looked up, and drank the red wine in his hand.  　　Fifteen minutes later, Mae was in a tense argument with a male employee of the Wu Zhou Group and suddenly received a text message from president Zhao. 　　"There's a deal for you to talk about in room 6 on the second floor of the passenger cabin." 　　Mae didn't think much about it. She locked her phone and went to the appointed private room. 　　This three-story luxury cruise ship has many cabin rooms. When Mae stopped at the door, she found that it was unlocked, and she opened it with a push. 　　"Mr. Zhao? You requested for me-" 　　The voice stopped abruptly. 　　Mark Mu stands in the middle of the room. 　　Like four years ago, he has hardly changed, especially his disgusting face. 　　Mae clenched her fist and realized that she had been tricked by President Zhao. She turns her head and was about to leave. When Mark strode over and held the door with his big palm blocking her way. 　　"Mae Ye, you are not dead!" Mark looked at her coldly. 　　Mae resisted his approach. She slightly deflected her head and avoided looking at him. "I think you have the wrong person!" 　　"Oh really!?" Mark gripped her jaw with his fingers and his cold voice blasted into her eardrum. "You vicious woman! How are you alive?!" 　　Mae's nails slowly fell into the palm of his hand, and the terror of four years ago flashes in her mind. 　　If it were not for him, her child would not have died. 　　"Yes! I'm Mae Ye! I didn't die in your carefully prepared fire. Are you disappointed?!" 　　Mark's face flashed a touch of astonishment. "That fire, it wasn’t an accident?" 　　Mae sneered mockingly, "How dare you? You wanted me dead. Admit it!”