On his way back to The East, Jiang Chen went online to check something.
No wonder he felt the surname "Dupont" was somewhat familiar.
It turned out to be a fiercely present existence that ranked in the top three even in the Statue of Liberty; it had been passed down for more than a dozen generations, with various tales boasted wildly.
Of course.
Not all information online could be trusted,
but looking at it dialectically, one could imagine the grandeur of this family.
As one of the only two guests on the seventeenth floor, Jiang Chen was already well-acquainted with Vera's bodyguards, enjoying unhindered access. However, when he arrived at Vera's room, he was informed that Vera was not there.
Could this girl have already made her move?!
Jiang Chen quickly pulled out his cellphone and called her, only to find out she was upstairs practicing yoga.
"..."
For a moment, Jiang Chen felt his mind was in chaos, starting to doubt whether she was the one who had sent the shooter.