She wiped away her tears, exited the room, and gently closed the door.
Calming her emotions, she then picked up the phone and called the Don.
…
Night fell, and over ten black cars raced along the desolate countryside roads. On the nearly empty highways, the convoy stood out starkly, yet it exuded an eerie sense of foreboding aggression.
Inside a stretched black luxury car nestled among the escort vehicles, a cold and arrogant woman sat. Her flawlessly pure face was calm, so much so that even her pores seemed to radiate an unsettling serenity.
Her deep, beautiful eyes showed no sign of emotion, only a concealed sharpness, a glint of frost masked by resolute dominance.
She gazed coldly at the trees speeding past the window, calculating internally. This countryside location was a full hour away from the city—hmph, if anything were to happen to the Don, there'd be no time to save him; he would be left to die.
