On the west side of the manmade island, where black asphalt stretched far away, and many planes passed by, one small private jet landed. It glided smoothly on top of the black asphalt before it stopped.
The door opened with stairs that almost touched the road. A woman in her thirties stepped out. She is a beautiful woman with light makeup, black hair tied into a bun, with a luxurious hairpin with a blue gem in its head, reminiscent of the sea.
She wears traditional Chinese clothes, a dark blue cheongsam with a slit on her right side that gives a glimpse of her legs that were covered by black stockings.
She observed the surroundings and, with a composed gait, descended the stairs, followed by her assistant, who wore the same cheongsam with a light yellow color.
At the same time, from a distance, a white limousine that was approaching her side stopped in front of her.
"Boss lets go inside, do you want to inform the young miss or?".