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Near 9 p.m., the yacht's pilothouse transmitted a message that Prince Zhou's motorcade was passing by and someone was sent to inquire if Mr. Chen was available, as he wished to come aboard for a visit.
Too polite and courteous, hardly the style of a fickle prince.
Seeing that it was getting late, and just a few minutes earlier, she had received a cautious direct message from Josie, filled with tiptoeing curiosity about whether her dad was still angry.
She could feel the young boy's unease.
The movie was nearing its end when Liang Weining stood up and walked out of the cabin, where she saw a man with a distinguished and tall figure standing by the railing of the second deck, answering an international call.
She quietly waited behind him.
Waiting for him to finish his business affairs and, by the way, to feel the cool sea breeze that would dispel the emotions she had immersed in during the film.
