Zu Li opened her eyes slowly as a faint warmth spread across her cheeks.
She realized something that unsettled her even more... she was attracted to him.
His firmness... his immovable confidence in the face of absolute power... his charm... his presence...
She let out a quiet sigh.
"He really hates my guts…"
Outside the car window, the city blurred past.
"I'll have to make amends."
---
Meanwhile...
Thirty stories above street level, a silhouette stood on the edge of a high-rise building with hands tucked behind their back.
They watched the black sedan move like a shadow through traffic.
The figure's gaze followed it for a moment before shifting toward the direction of West's apartment.
A faint voice carried through the wind.
"Interesting…"
The silhouette turned and disappeared into the shadows.
---
Back Inside, Mark stood in the living room, staring at his son.
"What is up with you?"
West exhaled slowly.
"Dad."
Mark rubbed his chin.
