His figure was tall and sturdy, his hair neatly combed and slick, his clothing impeccable—a portrait of an elite.
Ning Xia sized him up, sure that she had no recollection of this person. "Who are you?"
"Miss Ning, I am the old madam's assistant. She wishes to see you."
The old madam?
It took Ning Xia a slow two seconds to register, "You mean Madam Bo, the elder?"
"Yes, Miss Ning, this way please," the assistant gestured invitingly.
Her previous encounters with Madam Bo had been anything but pleasant; this was bound to be another tricky situation.
She had no desire to go, as she had nothing to discuss with Madam Bo. However, looking at the assistant's stance—it seemed more like a summons than a request, as if she had no choice but to comply, regardless of her own wishes.
After pondering for a moment, she nodded, "Alright."
She followed the assistant to his car, got in, started it, and slowly merged into the traffic.