Near 9:00 p.m.
At the intersection of Fifth Avenue and Central Park South Street.
The convoy slowly left the bustling main road. Rather than heading toward the crowded hotel revolving doors, it turned directly into 1 Central Park South Road on the side.
There stood an understated black wrought-iron gate guarded by dedicated security.
There was no hotel sign above the entrance, only an inconspicuous brass plaque: [The Plaza Residences].
As soon as the car came to a stop, a butler in a tailcoat approached briskly with two white-gloved attendants.
He respectfully opened the rear door, leaning forward slightly.
"Welcome home, Mr. Tang."
Tang Song stepped out of the car and nodded calmly.
As Lin Mu Xue followed him out, her long, stocking-clad legs instinctively pressed together.
The trembling sensation brought by supreme wealth and power made her whole body burn.
Quickly composing herself, Lin Mu Xue lifted her chin and walked forward, instructing in an utterly natural tone, "Alfred, take the luggage directly to the living room. Also, I do not want anyone disturbing Mr. Tang's rest unless they are visitors whose appointments have been confirmed by us."
"Understood, Madam Lin. Everything has been prepared according to your instructions in the email. The flowers and fragrances have also been changed to the styles you specified," Butler Alfred replied respectfully.
Shen Yuyan, following behind Tang Song, felt her pupils tremble slightly at that moment.
This was not checking in. This was coming home.
Tang Song owned property here?
Of course, she had heard of the prestige of The Plaza Hotel's private residences.
After that historic renovation in 2007, which cost 400 million dollars, only a very small portion of the property had been retained as private residences.
Those who could live here were no longer merely ordinary wealthy people.
Owning