At 4 PM, James Brown and Helen Wilson were already seated in a tea house. At this moment, James's face looked a bit plumper than usual, with a beard on his face, making him appear to be a man in his thirties. He wore a flashy casual shirt and shorts, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and a diamond-studded watch on his wrist, clearly resembling a nouveau riche.
Helen Wilson, on the other hand, was dressed in a little strappy tank top and a short, blurry skirt that left her arms and thighs exposed. Heavily made up and decked in glittering jewelry, she looked exactly like the typical mistress.
Across from them sat a skinny man in his thirties, his gaze greedily roaming over Helen Wilson's body, constantly swallowing his saliva. This fellow was John Smith, the very person James Brown and his company had come to meet.
"Mr. Lee, your woman is really beautiful," John Smith said, swallowing his saliva enviously as he spoke to James Brown.
