0123 sense of crisis
The night grew increasingly intense, and the media journalists had been waiting for hours. The reception of guests was coming to an end, and it had become rather quiet outside the hotel.
But the journalists did not leave just yet; after all, banquets like this were prime for news. Who could guarantee nothing would happen?
What if something did?
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up…
No sooner had the car stopped than a man in a black suit, tall and handsome, quickly got out from the driver's seat and respectfully opened the rear door.
"Miss... Miss Su, please be careful."
His hand rested on the edge of the roof, his face full of cautious attention, fearing the slightest harm might come to the woman.
"Thank you."
A chill voice floated in the increasingly thick night air.
The woman emerged slowly from the car. As the camera caught sight of her features, the air fell into a strange silence.
"Miss Su, this is the invitation President Fu prepared for you."