Brother Shen, May I Know… Are You Busy Right Now?

“Should we eliminate him immediately?” The bodyguard’s voice rang out sharply through the speaker in Shen Zeming’s room. Shen Zeming, seated silently on the plush, king-sized bed, looked up at the grand central chandelier glittering overhead. His silence hung in the air for a long, deliberate moment.

“Who’s picking him up?” Shen Zeming finally asked, his voice calm but commanding. His question caused a ripple of confusion among the bodyguards. They exchanged uncertain glances, wondering how their Young Master could know that the man had just landed at the airport and was currently being collected.