First class aboard a Boeing 747.
The cabin was kept at twenty-four degrees, so quiet that only the occasional rustle of turning pages could be heard.
Chen Lin reclined in a spacious leather seat.
At that moment, he was no longer Chen Lin from Yicheng.
He was Jack Smith.
Brilliant blond hair, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge.
The [Shape-Shifting Vajra Bracelet] had created a flawless disguise. Even the security watermark on his passport had passed customs' ultraviolet inspection without a single flaw.
This was his first time leaving the country.
Not for a vacation.
For a hunt.
That transoceanic phone call had been a declaration of war. Since his enemy had reached into Huaxia, reaching for his woman...
Then he would bring the flames of war right to their bedside.
The muffled taps of high heels on carpet approached.
The faint scent of Chanel No. 5 reached his nose before its wearer came into view.
Chen Lin lifted his eyelids slightly.
Liu Ruyan?
She wore a sharply tailored gray business skirt suit and carried a laptop bag, looking rushed.
There were dark shadows beneath her eyes. Clearly, the Zhengtian Group's recent expansion had left her short on sleep.
Her seat was diagonally ahead of his, across the aisle.
Chen Lin withdrew his gaze, adjusted his posture, and pulled down his eye mask.
Right now, he was an arrogant American rich kid. He didn't know any Liu Ruyan.
The plane climbed, then leveled off.
"Sir, here's the orange juice you ordered."
A flight attendant with a stunning figure stopped beside him with her service cart.
She leaned down, deliberately or otherwise lowering the neckline of her uniform to reveal a breathtaking expanse of creamy skin.
Her eyes, framed with carefully applied eyeliner, stared straight at the handsome face belonging