Li Na returned to the bedroom. She picked up and gathered all her working stuff, and placed them along the script on the bedside table before methodically making up the bed, smoothing the sheets until it looked as pristine as it had been.
Picking up the script again, she moved to the glass window, settling herself in the seat where the morning view of the river stretched out before her. The distant water flowed silently, its soft ripples catching the pale sunlight. The tranquility of the scene seemed to wrap around her, though her mind remained anything but quiet.
Occasionally, her eyes flickered toward the superyacht area, but everything remained unchanged—silent, still, as though it had been frozen in time. The stillness only added to the quiet unease that lingered beneath her calm exterior.
