Her gaze quickly fell on a seemingly insignificant detail beside the liquor cabinet.
On that crystal-clear rack, carved from a single piece of crystal, each dedicated slot was etched with a na in elegant cursive English.
"Anne Kate?" She read aloud instinctively, then exclaid in surprise: "This na...it’s the sa as the one Zhou Hang just ntioned, Anne Kate?"
Zhou Hang also froze, imdiately moving closer, utterly stunned.
"This...is really..."
At this mont, Peng ilin suddenly let out a gasp: "ii! Chairman Jin?!"
Drawn by her sudden scream, even Zhang Xi and Zhou Hang, still imrsed in the shock of the na "Anne Kate," turned around to look.
The next second, they were dumbfounded.
On the cabin’s wall panel, there were over a dozen exquisitely frad photos hanging.
All the photos featured the sa blonde, blue-eyed, outrageously gorgeous white beauty, seemingly under thirty.
What left them breathless were her companions in the photos.
There was Taylor Swift, a pop queen, current and forr US presidents, as well as giants who can shake the global economy like Musk, Buffett, and Jin ixiao...
Lin Muxue too was stirred by these photos, emotionally high.
Although she always knew Anne Kate was incredible, she hadn’t realized just how incredible.
This truly brought great honor to Emperor Muxue!
Inside the cabin, the air suddenly fell silent, only filled with the suppressed, hurried breaths of everyone.
Until the flight attendant Nia approached, gently asking what drinks they needed, the group finally awoke from their daze.
Zhou Hang pointed at a photo of Anne alone, asking dryly, "Muxue, is this your friend?"
Zhang Xi’s throat moved, quietly saying, "I just saw a lot of ’Anne Kate’ nas, she is...?"
Lin Muxue chuckled lightly, nodding gracefully.
Using a tone calm to the point of being natural, she said, "Yes, she is the Anne Kate you just spoke about."
She paused, curling her red lips into an intimate smile, "Anne and I are very close, not just business partners, but deeply personal friends. On this trip to London, she even arranged friends to host there."
For a mont, Zhou Hang, Zhang Xi, and the others were speechless, their minds blank.
They never imagined that Lin Muxue could have such a presence!
Having Anne Kate send her private jet and even arrange friends to host her.
At that mont, in their eyes, Emperor Muxue’s status was infinitely elevated.
Enveloped in a mysterious aura belonging to the elite circle.
Lin Muxue’s toes curled softly inside her high heels.
She didn’t lie, just exaggerated a little.
After all, they almost slept in the sa bed with Tang Song.
From this perspective, they could be counted as "almost bedmates."
Calling her a good friend, isn’t too much, is it?
The Gulfstream G650ER smoothly taxied on the runway, accompanied by the massive roar of the engines, soaring like an elegant white falcon into the skies.
The plane pierced through thick clouds, below was a boundless sea of clouds, and above, the sky washed blue.
Flight attendant Nia poured top-tier Salon champagne for everyone.
The golden liquid in Baccarat crystal glasses bubbled delicately and persistently, shimring like crushed diamonds.
Lin Muxue raised her glass, smiling composedly: "Cheers, to our London trip."
She brought the rim to her lips, taking a gentle sip.
The cold liquid slid across her tongue, bearing the complex aromas of fresh citrus and toasted bread, silky in texture, with a lingering aftertaste, awakening every taste bud instantly.
Bathed in the dazzling sunlight outside the window, Lin Muxue reclined lazily on the soft leather sofa, legs elegantly crossed.
Her entire being exuded a sophisticated sense of relaxation.
This trip to London, naturally accompanied by flaunting, but certainly not entirely.
She was keenly aware of her primary tasks:
First, completely understanding every procedure of private jet international travel, preparing for future service for Tang Song;
Second, leveraging the Imperial College alumni event to truly enter the international elite network;
Third, onsite investigation of Rongliu Capital’s London branch preparations, gaining firsthand information.
Currently, with Shen Yuyan lurking behind her like a scheming witch, her mind remained tense, not daring to be the slightest bit lax.
...
Shen City, TY Precision.
The conversation in the guest room unknowingly continued for nearly an hour.
Approaching noon, Ouyang Xianyue raised her wrist to check the watch, proactively concluding the talk.
Inviting Wen Ruan to dine together.
In the private Chinese restaurant atop Shencheng Bay No.1 T7, the two sat across from each other, outside the window lay the magnificent bay view.
Ouyang Xianyue no longer brought up any topics related to the "Tang Jin Family Office", instead discussing art, wine, and travel with Wen Ruan.
She was knowledgeable, insightful, filled with mature wisdom and personal Charm.
But Wen Ruan remained tightly under tension, no longer feeling that previous excitent and joy.
Though Miss Ouyang’s words were mild and her deanor elegant, her dissatisfaction with Chairman Jin was practically written on her face.
This "special consulting seat" entirely different from what she imagined.
Recalling the previous scenes, Wen Ruan grieved deeply.
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