Switzerland, Zurich.
Crown & Co. Private Bankers headquarters.
Managing Partner Office.
"Click."
The metal lighter's cap sprang open, and a ghost-blue flame leaped up.
Annie Kate lowered her head slightly and, by the firelight, lit a slender ladies' cigarette.
She leaned back into the broad genuine-leather chair back, her long, firm legs crossed and resting casually on the edge of the solid-wood desk. Looking at the smoke rising through the air, then dissipating, her expression carried an extreme intoxication and languor.
"A yacht out to sea... heh, while I'm also looking forward to that wild party, now isn't the time yet, my dear Jane." The corner of Annie's mouth lifted, forming a wild, ravishing curve.
Putting away that trace of reverie about desire and games, she lowered her gaze back to the documents on the desk.
On the left was the hierarchy nesting chart for the Cayman Islands offshore trust;
In the middle was the shadow-path analysis of settlement funds for South American lithium mines;
On the right was a set of SPV company codes and control chains used to evade scrutiny.
Every document had been desensitized, with no unnecessary markings, only numbers and logical structures.
This was the financial labyrinth she had spent years digging out bit by bit under Tang Song's will.
And Crown & Co. Private Bankers was the eye of this labyrinth.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the pages.
Annie drew back her legs, sat up straight, and her expression swiftly returned from loose to calm and focused.
She had to speed up.
Before she came under substantive restraints, before those old things in the family completely figured out her cards.
She had to tighten this net completely and finish everything she wanted to do.
She had to admit, the feeling of skirting