By the time Alvin arrived at the airstrip, a car was already waiting for him with a Chauffeur standing beside it. He had no idea how his personal assistant had managed to arrange it, but he was glad he didn't have to go through much stress.
"You're here for me?" He asked the Chauffeur, who approached him with a polite smile pasted on his face.
"Yes, sir," The man said as he took Alvin's briefcase from him and opened the car door so he could get in. Immediately Alvin got seated in the car; he handed the Chauffeur the home and company address of the Jiangs without saying a word to him.
"Would you rather we stop by the home or the office?" The Chauffeur asked politely.
"The home would be a better option," Alvin decided. Since she was there to pay them a sort of condolence visit, then he was sure she had probably gone to their home.
"Okay, sir," The Chauffeur said with a nod as he turned on the car's ignition before driving off.
