The usually empty lobby on the first floor of the Yu Jing Group Building was filled with company management half an hour ago, arranged in two neat rows according to rank, their focus intense and breathless. It was apparent they had all just received the sudden news of Mr. Jing's return ten minutes ago. Standing on the outermost edge was another of Jing Jihan's highly competent executive assistants, Zhou He.
Lu Zhao stepped out from the passenger seat of the black Bentley in the middle, respectfully and meticulously opened the rear door.
Everyone held their breath, with the internal rumors circulating over the past month causing widespread anxiety, their eyes now fixed tensely on the Bentley's door.
Jing Jihan stepped out of the car and slowly stood upright.
