Chapter 129 - expression of goodwill (1/2)

At the same time:

The loud rotor sound of the helicopter hovering in the air descends in a prestigious hotel's helipad. Numerous men were bowing -- welcoming the private helicopter. Their earnest respect was seen even before the important person they anticipate was still inside the aircraft.

When the man's figure came to sight -- wearing a casual white v-neck shirt showing bits of his tattoos on his collar bones and displaying his artistic inked full sleeve, match with short denim jeans -- despite with his too casual get up and relaxed demeanor, the men in a form line greeted in unison.

”Greetings to Master!” Even with the loud sound of the still spinning chopper blades, their diligent greeting could still be level with the noise.

”Isn't a great day for a wedding celebration?” the majestic looking man stated. His mood was evidently brilliant as if he was another person. Regardless, he's as still as cool as ever.

'What happens to the boss?'

'How many years has it been since he came in country x?'

'Is this still our master? Dragon?'

'Uh, when was the last time I saw Master in this mood?'

'Who's getting married?'

The quiet men in their suit were baffled and questioned their own query inwardly by their boss unusual mood. It's a rare sight of him to smile so brightly like this. Not to mention, in front of all of them. While others who have seen this side of him wonder what's the reason of the jubilant atmosphere surrounding him.

”Max, let's go visit my dear wife.” if only Dragon can skip his steps, he will. Alas, he's still on his right mind to keep his composure.

”Yes, Master. This way.” Max who's leading the cl_u_s_ter of mafia men in suit respectfully gestured the way.

Dragon subtle smirks were indiscernible -- no one knows whether his smile will bring a catastrophe to others or much devastating aftermath. Regardless, this man is as unpredictable than the weather thus, concerning themselves to his plan would only cause a headache.

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[Yue International Enterprise]

Seraphina went back and forth from her office to her other appointments. Leaning back against her comfortable leather executive chair, she sighs.

”How troublesome. If this occasion didn't go smoothly for all the efforts I made… of course it'll be a success.” Seraphina convinced herself that nothing will happen. She felt extra exhausted by her hectic schedule.