In a secluded corner of the resort, Fu Yan sat at a desk in his private suite. He meticulously organized the documents his father had sent him. Each page was carefully placed, sorted into neat piles, and cross-referenced with the notes he had jotted down on his laptop. His brow furrowed in concentration, and his fingers occasionally drummed lightly on the edge of the desk, a sign of the thoughts whirling in his mind.
Most of the information related to families closely connected with the Ren enterprise, business alliances, long-standing partnerships, and influential figures within those circles. Fu Yan's sharp eyes scanned the documents with the precision of a hawk, searching for any link, any clue that might tie the Smith family to the Ren brothers.
