Wang Jian's operation was well-orchestrated, like the workings of an elaborate, perfectly synchronized clock. He had his elite team—Jessica, Bella, Emma, Charlotte, and Sarah—launching a multi-faceted campaign that would expose, tarnish, and ultimately bury the reputations of the political elite, sparing neither the ruling party nor the opposition. The outcome was beginning to look inevitable, as though he'd set an unstoppable wave in motion.
Seated in a lavish hotel suite in Rome, Wang Jian's gaze flickered across the room, his eyes sharp and calculating. His girlfriends surrounded him, each working fervently on their assignments. Reports, laptops, and phones cluttered the large mahogany table at the center of the suite, their screens glowing with analytics and insights from their ongoing campaigns.
