Approaching 9 PM.
The intersection of Fifth Avenue and Central Park South Street.
The convoy slowly departed from the bustling main road, bypassing the crowded hotel revolving doors, and instead turned directly toward the side—
1 South Central Park Road.
It was an understated black wrought-iron gate guarded by security personnel.
On the porch, there was no hotel sign, only an inconspicuous line of copper plaques: [The Plaza Residences].
As soon as the car came to a stop, a butler in a tailcoat, accompanied by two white-gloved attendants, quickly approached.
Respectfully opening the rear car door, he slightly leaned forward:
"Welcome home, Mr. Tang."
Tang Song stepped out of the car, nodding calmly.
Lin Muxue followed closely behind, and as she got out of the car, her long, beautiful legs instinctively tightened under the stockings.
The tremor brought on by the presence of top-tier wealth and power made her feel intensely warm.
