Wang Jian walked back into the hotel lobby with a calm and calculated demeanor. He had spent the past few days carefully planning his next move, the image of Rafael's eventual downfall clear in his mind. As he approached the elevator, he let his thoughts wander to the next immediate task—reconnecting with Bella.
The hotel he was now entering was the one where Bella had been staying, and he could already anticipate her impatience. She had been calling him, asking about when he'd return. Wang Jian hadn't revealed much to her, only that he was working on something important. Now that he was back, he knew he had to address her, and perhaps in a way that would keep her sufficiently distracted and satisfied while he carried on his larger schemes.