On the streets of Yokohama, luxury sports cars flashed with bright headlights. Passersby looked on in curiosity, snapping photos, only to be whisked away by unknown individuals. The bustling avenue transformed into an empty lane in an instant.
Su Youxia leaned elegantly against the front hood of a supercar, her sophisticated cane in hand. A young and beautiful female secretary lit a slender lady's cigarette for her, the flame flickering in the night, smoke swirling.
Graceful and composed in her actions, her enticing curves were like a rose drenched in rain. Her voice, somewhat androgynous, felt slightly detached, "Not long ago, traces of the eldest daughter were found here. Miyamoto Shosuke of the Xia Family was killed on the spot, yet the cause of his death remains unknown to us."
"Though I am quite curious as to why you, a dignified Family Head, personally came here."
Her gaze shifted to the Rolls-Royce, eyes filled with intrigue, "Have you divined something?"
