Bab 128: Silent Power

Jiang Yukang sat quietly in the back seat of his sleek black car, parked in a shadowed corner not far from the docks. The rhythmic ticking of the car's engine was the only sound in the stillness of the night, but Yukang's eyes were locked on the figures in the distance. He had been following Feng Ruoxi since she left their villa, his instincts and curiosity pulling him to see what his lovely wife was up to.

He didn't trust easily, not in his line of work. But Feng Ruoxi had always been an enigma—an irresistible puzzle that he had found himself drawn to more with every passing day. She had secrets, that much was clear, and tonight, he had watched one of those secrets unfold.