Lin Yi and Kenji Nakada left.
Caie Mitsui silently watched them until their car disappeared from view.
Gently, Caie Mitsui closed the villa's door and locked it meticulously from the inside.
She walked quickly back to the couch, took out her phone, and dialed her cousin Sanjing Pingzhi's number.
"Sis."
"Organize all the core documents within the group. Do it as fast as possible."
Sanjing Pingzhi hesitated for a moment.
"All of them?"
"Yes, all of them! And those pertaining to covert dealings with officials—organize them too."
"Understood. I'll send them over to you shortly."
"No need to send them to me. Keep them on you."
"Did something happen?"
"Not yet," Caie Mitsui paused for a moment before continuing:
"If one day a Chinese named Lin Yi contacts you, you can fully trust him. His orders are my orders."
"Got it."
Sanjing Pingzhi knew who Lin Yi was and could somewhat guess his relationship with his cousin.
So at this moment, he didn't feel surprised.
