It was past eight in the evening.
The night had fallen, and the first of the city lights began to sparkle.
Inside a luxurious private room at the Heaven Club.
Aoyama Xiu Xin was already there, chatting with Tangong Huizi, who was clad in a black strapless evening gown.
"Following the death of Han Suwen, I managed to secure her empty board seat on the condition that I would not take part in the distribution of her inheritance. But my rise to the position was largely thanks to you. Those old fools have no idea we set Han Suwen up together. They only know that, through you, I repeatedly resolved the crises she brought to the Civilian Corps."
Tangong Huizi curled her fingertips through her burgundy hair and wore a faint sneer on her lips as she leaned into his embrace.
