A magnificent villa was situated in one of Mingzhu City's famous affluent neighborhoods.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night was a murky black.
Qi Yingchen sat upright on the sofa, his fingers toying with a rosary as he stared absently out at the night.
The room was unlit, shrouded in darkness. On the coffee table, a wine glass filled with scarlet liquid gave off a rich, fragrant aroma.
A real estate tycoon of his stature certainly knew how to enjoy life. He had a private villa all to himself, a secret place that not even his family had ever visited—only his most trusted confidants knew of its existence.
CLICK, CLACK—
The sound of a lock turning came from the entrance. A man in glasses walked in slowly, shaking the rain from his suit.
"President Qi, I've taken care of everything. I didn't leave a single trace."
