Stacy Feng adjusted her sunglasses as the taxi halted in front of the Qin Gate. She paid the driver and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement.
The imposing gate loomed ahead, its grandeur not matched by any sign of life around it. Confusion creased her forehead. She expected guards or at least someone to greet her, but the area was eerily deserted.
Glancing around, she searched for a call button or intercom to announce her arrival, but her efforts were in vain. Frustration bubbled within her, and without thinking, she kicked the gate, hoping to elicit some response.
Her impulsive act, however, only reverberated with a hollow thud against the unyielding structure.
Unbeknownst to Stacy, her antics were under surveillance. High above, a hidden CCTV camera captured her every move, broadcasting the scene to the study of the enigmatic Mr. Qin.