Morning, half past eleven.
The hurried figure of the beautiful femme fatale Jiang Hanyang appeared at the entrance of the building housing Shen's Holding.
Her long legs were encased in grey, slim-fit jeans, highlighting her curvaceous rear, which accentuated her seductive figure.
The casual sports jacket and the ordinary-looking sneakers couldn't hide the allure she radiated.
And even though she had lowered the brim of her cap, that near-perfect profile was still enough to make anyone realize at a glance that she was a beauty, a great beauty!
She walked to the curb alone and hailed a taxi.
Meanwhile, across the street in a black business van,
a middle-aged man with a smug look in his eyes was kneading the thigh of a woman next to him, who was clad in sexy leather pants, her hair tied in a high ponytail, with green eyeshadow and lipstick red as blood, and he smugly raised an eyebrow, "The best in setting the stage? She's just a dumb girl."
