I had taken a long trip after getting a call from my father. He wanted me to meet with Jin Wei, owner of one of the largest construction companies in China, someone he described as a potential ally, but a hard man to deal with.
I arrived exactly on time. The building's discreet facade hid the real power moving behind those walls. I walked in, back straight, confidence sharp.
Jin Wei came from a traditional family, born in Hong Kong, his dialect pure Cantonese.
When I entered the meeting room, I immediately knew something was wrong. It wasn't subtle. In the corner of the room, with white hair and eyes that couldn't meet the light, was the interpreter. I didn't need a second glance to recognize him.
Colen.
I kept my cool, even though my blood was boiling under my skin. The bastard was right there, acting normal. But I knew who he was, and he d*mn well knew I knew. This wasn't a coincidence. No way.
