Caroline seemed to have gotten used to his attitude, smiling while holding the folder as she followed. When they arrived at the cabin, everyone who had been sitting stood up, continuously greeting him.
As Zhou Wang’s gaze swept across, information about those people appeared one by one.
Among them were his Chinese-Canadian butler Chai Tanzhi, two assistants from Japan and the Beautiful Country, the head of the security team Kelimu Golden, and his private doctor Miss Xinta Peyton, among others.
"Mr. Zhou, the plane will land at Honolulu International Airport in Hawaii in 20 minutes, and Mr. Charles Morgan is already waiting at the airport..."
Butler Chai Tanzhi approached and reported softly.
Zhou Wang glanced at the Patek Philippe Perpetual Calendar Minute Repeater watch on his wrist, then nodded and said calmly, "Arrange for my body to relax."
This statement was ambiguous, but no one in the cabin showed any expression change, seemingly accustomed to it. Only Caroline seemed like she wanted to say something but eventually stayed silent.
Butler Chai Tanzhi nodded respectfully and then left the cabin first. The others followed, and soon, only Zhou Wang remained.
Zhou Wang settled into the wide, comfortable sofa, took a sip of the wine that had been decanted on the table, and picked up the "export" marked cigarette case of Da Zhong Jiu. Lighting a cigarette, he gazed outside at the misty clouds, deep in thought.
At that moment, Zhou Wang felt his brain spinning rapidly, but interestingly, he had no idea what he was thinking about...
A minute later, with the subtle sound of heels brushing against the carpet, Zhou Wang looked up to see the private flight attendant aboard the plane, a tall white girl, entering.
With pretty features and a slender figure, she silently stepped in, bowed respectfully to Zhou Wang, and began to remove her uniform...
When only seductive lingerie and stockings wrapping her shapely legs remained, the flight attendant kneeled before Zhou Wang, reaching out her slender, fair fingers to unfasten his belt.
Really... so this is how to "relax," huh?
Completely immersed in the moment, Zhou Wang sharply inhaled, yet astonishingly maintained his aloof demeanor, as if just fulfilling some task.
Certainly another side of himself, for if it were truly him, he wouldn’t just watch; he’d at least yank her hair forcefully, right?
Seventeen or eighteen minutes later, the beautiful flight attendant helped Zhou Wang get dressed, carefully ensured no traces were left, then dressed herself, bowed to Zhou Wang again, picked up the trash bag, and left.
At this point, Chai Tanzhi, Caroline, and others returned to the cabin as if nothing had happened.
Only when the plane had landed did Chai Tanzhi lean over and quietly report to Zhou Wang, "Mr. Zhou, it’s been handled, Miss Nisha will forget today’s events."
In Zhou Wang’s mind, he realized that "Nisha" referred to the white flight attendant.
Zhou Wang showed no reaction, merely nodded casually, then, accompanied by Caroline and Chai Tanzhi, headed out of the cabin.
When Zhou Wang reached the door of the cabin, three cars awaited them at the foot of the red-carpeted steps: an extended Rolls-Royce and two rugged Land Rovers, surrounded by more than a dozen buff bodyguards in suits, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
By the Rolls-Royce’s door stood a well-dressed young white man with a welcoming smile. As Zhou Wang alighted, he stepped forward with enthusiasm and embraced Zhou Wang.
"Oh, my dear friend, we’ve met again..."
As soon as Zhou Wang saw the young man, information about him entered his mind—
George Charles Morgan, a member of the renowned Morgan Consortium family, ranked third in succession among peers, and one of Zhou Wang’s earliest collaborators upon entering Wall Street.
Generous but cunning, the early Zhou Wang "suffered quite a bit" in dealings with him.
"Sorry, for making you come to Hawaii to meet me."
Though apologetic in words, Zhou Wang’s face remained impassive, even before Charles Morgan, a member of a family many viewed as having untouchable lineage, he seemed to begrudge them a smile.
But Charles was unbothered, laughing heartily, "No need to explain, my friend, I know what worries you. I’ve also heard some unsavory rumors lately, but I assure you, our Morgan family had no involvement."
Zhou Wang looked at him for a second, then noncommittally, "Let’s go, I have a meeting in Rome tonight."
"Oh, friend, why are you always so busy?"
Charles shook his head helplessly, "With your current wealth, shouldn’t you be enjoying life now... I think on that point, Miss Caroline should have plenty to say, right?"
Charles teased as he winked at Caroline.
Caroline pressed her lips and smiled, saying nothing.
Zhou Wang, expressionless, stepped into the Rolls-Royce as Chai Tanzhi swiftly opened the car door.