It was night.
A stretched Lincoln limousine, escorted by a dozen bulletproof cars, left the New York City airport.
On board were Du Wei, Alex, and Alex's parents.
More than ten minutes ago.
Du Wei and Alex had picked up Alex's parents at the airport.
When they met, everything was quite ordinary.
There was no difficulty posed by the bride's parents, nor was there excessive small talk.
Du Wei and his future father-in-law sat in the back row, while Alex and her mother were seated in front.
The driver was a private chauffeur for the Wittebach family and also a bodyguard.
Alex and her mother whispered in the front row, chatting about topics between women.
Meanwhile, Du Wei felt a bit awkward.
Because he discovered that his future father-in-law, that is, Alex's father, Lawrence Wittebach, had fallen into a strange calm since meeting him.
Lawrence sat to the right of Du Wei, silent as a sculpture.
But Du Wei noticed that the other party was always quietly observing him.
