Chapter 440: The Beauty Is Like a Dream

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9 PM.

A pure white GMC van drove into New York's Chelsea District.

The dilapidated streetlights cast colorful, dazzling reflections on the polished and waxed body of the vehicle, as resplendent as the city itself in its prosperity.

The driver, Nathan, occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car, looking at the rustic fellow sitting in the backseat.

This van belonged to the Angel Art Center's guest reception fleet, typically transporting clients from all over the world from the airport to their hotels, or from their hotels to the art center and galleries.

The company's clientele were always impeccably dressed, eloquent, and charismatic magnates, or perhaps nobility and royalty from Europe, as well as princes and tycoons from Middle Eastern regions.

But a guest like Song Heping was a first for him.

A baseball cap, T-shirt, tactical cargo pants, LOWA combat boots, and a dirt-yellow backpack.

This guy looked like a bodyguard.