I'll Marry No One But Lu Yan (1)

"Damn it… I'm going to a conference."

Her subordinates: "…"

"What are you waiting for? Drive the car…"

Sitting in the antique car, Lu Yan directed them crankily.

She only brought three subordinates, including the chauffeur; the rest were left in the hotel to keep an eye on things and guard Qiao Nan in the basement.

Lu Yan's arrival stunned everyone…

Many people in the Asia Mafia Conference hadn't met Lu Yan in person but had heard about her astonishing reputation.

When Lu Yan arrived, it was almost the end of the check-in time.

"It's ridiculous. Even a mafia gathering looks like a red-carpet event. Whose damned idea is this?"

Lu Yan cursed in a low voice as she walked in.

"Hello. Can you tell us which house are you from?" the receptionist asked her in fluent English.

"I'm from the Qiao Family in Russia." Shamelessly, she took the name of Qiao Fei's family.