"The plan is progressing," he continued, his eyes flickering towards the open doorway that led to the opulent bedroom suite. "My... wife, is playing her part admirably, though her resolve wavers at times."
A cruel chuckle escaped his lips, the sound reverberating through the plush confines of the hotel suite like a malevolent echo. "But fear not, my friend," he purred, his voice laced with a quiet confidence that seemed to radiate outward, banishing the shadows that threatened to consume him. "I have ways of... motivating her, should the need arise."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted towards the huddled form of Yang Mei, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the woman who had become both his greatest asset and his greatest liability. It was a delicate dance they performed, a tango of ambition and manipulation that required a deft touch and an unwavering resolve.
