BRUNO DIRKS POV
I leaned against the polished bar, nursing a drink that had long since lost its appeal. The dim lighting of the high-end bar cast a warm glow over the sleek, modern decor, but the luxury did little to ease the agitation simmering beneath the surface. For the past week, I had been shadowing Wang Chen, following his every move with a determination fuelled by both obsession and curiosity. Tonight was the culmination of that relentless pursuit.
I scanned the room, the clink of glasses and the low murmur of conversation providing a backdrop to my intense focus. My eyes locked onto the figure that had occupied my thoughts for so long—Wang Chen, looking every bit as composed and confident as he did in my observations. Dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his elegance, he cut through the crowd with a presence that drew attention effortlessly.
