Golar's VIP elevator had 360-degree fully transparent curved glass all around.
As the elevator slowly ascended, the night view of the Wealthy District unfolded in full view.
The enchanting neon lights in shades of blue and purple caught the eye, and the exorbitantly priced 3D holographic displays flickered and danced every hour. Here, the Consortium held the lifeline of technology.
The scenic elevator climbed slowly, just like the pace of life in the Wealthy District.
The Attendant carried a tray holding geometrically shaped glasses and tall stemware of varying heights, filled with strong liquor—not the kind that was mixed into cocktails—rich and aromatic, exuding an alluring natural scent.
The Attendant, truly professionally trained, held the tray at his side very steadily, confident it wouldn't spill without needing to look.
Initially, seeing Xia Ye with an Asian face, he prepared to communicate with her in English.
