The hum of the Maybach's engine was the only sound inside the cabin as it cruised smoothly down the dark, rain-slicked industrial highway. The threat from the pursuing SUV had been violently neutralized by the Yang family's escort team, but the suffocating atmosphere inside the luxury vehicle remained entirely unbroken.
Yang Muchen sat rigidly against the leather seat, his fingers still tightly clasped around Chen Ying's hand. His gaze was fixed on the digital glass partition separating them from the driver, his mind a turbulent storm of fury. Beside him, Chen Ying remained perfectly poised, the emerald silk of her gown unruffled, her calm eyes tracking the rapid streams of data flashing across her digital tablet.
Suddenly, the vibration of Yang Muchen's phone shattered the silence.
Yang Muchen answered it instantly, pressing the device to his ear. "Speak."
