“Mr. Lee, this is the place.”
The luxury vehicle stopped at a street corner.
Chris looked skeptically at the narrow, old stone alley and furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?”
How could the boss be in a place like this?
Nearby, there was a vegetable market, with elderly people bargaining for produce.
Chris had never set foot in a place like this since he entered the business world.
Assistant Ken, who was always calm, said, “This is indeed ClearWater Alley. Or would you prefer to go to the hospital across the street to find someone?”
“Hospitals? No, no.” Chris pointed to the alley. “This is fine. Let’s go in.”
The boss would never go to a hospital—she hated the smell of blood.
With that, Chris jumped out of the car, followed by a row of black-suited bodyguards.
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