How could she be content?
From early to mid-November, Jiang Muwan stayed in the Capital, secretly selling off assets in an attempt to fill the financial void in Singapore.
By mid-November, the deal on C Airlines' new catering contract had been sealed; the project that Jiang Muwan personally oversaw was not about to let the prize slip away to someone else's grasp.
On November 20th, late autumn had passed, ushering in the chill of winter days.
The morning mist accelerated the encroaching cold.
That morning, within the top-floor office at Junhua, Cao Yan was reporting to Gu Jiangnian. Seated, the man looked exhausted; anyone standing close enough could detect a faint scent of alcohol on him.
The previous night, Gu Jiangnian, the wealthiest man in C City, had toasted with the leaders of C Airlines until the early hours.
Why?
He was getting anxious.
Why the anxiety?
Jiang Muwan had been in the Capital from early November until late November without a single sighting.
