Wei Zelin had five drivers who took turns standing by at the house. One was assigned exclusively to Shi Yuan-the oldest and steadiest man in the security company Wei Zelin had set up specifically for him. Pan Ying had personally vetted the other four as well.
The driver taking Wei Zelin was in his forties and usually a man of few words. Today, unusually, he tried making conversation. Worried about Shi Yuan, Wei Zelin kept his eyes closed and did not answer. The driver did not mind; his boss had always been cold in private.
"What's that smell?" Wei Zelin asked warily. In the enclosed car, a faint fragrance curled around his nose and mouth.
The driver gave an honest-looking smile. "I put some perfume in the car."
A faint pain throbbed at Wei Zelin's temples. He tapped his watch twice, covered his forehead with one hand, and massaged it lightly. Closing his eyes, he ordered, "Throw the perfume out."
The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Yes, sir."
He moved into the right lane, opened the window, and casually tossed the perfume bottle from the center console onto the roadside.
Wind rushed into the car through the open window. Wei Zelin's headache eased slightly, but an involuntary heat began rising through his body. In stark contrast to his burning temperature, his lowered eyes were utterly lifeless.
The car had originally been heading toward the Suburbs, but at some unknown point it had turned onto a side road. This was not the road to the Manor, but to another upscale residential community in the Suburbs.
The moon-white car drove smoothly into the grounds of a modern villa. As soon as it stopped, a woman in a red dress came forward to help Wei Zelin out.
"Brother Lin, how