Half an hour later, Yusuf Zuck arrived at the center of Jakarta, at the Shangri-La Hotel. Looking up at the thirty-two-story Shangri-La Hotel, Yusuf felt a surreal sensation—as if just a few hours ago he was still at home, basking in the warmth of his family. But with a fleeting image, he found himself in this unfamiliar city where life was still a mystery to him.
Fleur Carson wasn't by his side. She had gotten off the car midway, saying that her presence only needed to be known by Yusuf himself; there was no need for others to be aware. Moreover, she operated in the shadows, which made her tasks more convenient.
Besides, Fleur trusted no one except Yusuf, including the so-called Mr. Tuff. She didn't want any contact with such a tycoon, saying they tend to be more dangerous than snakes and scorpions.
Yusuf knew Fleur had her own survival rules. She could trust him, but that didn't mean she would trust everyone else.