Atop the island, in a villa nestled among the lush trees, Zhu Hong sat on a leather sofa made in Italy, holding a glass of red wine, enjoying the refreshing sea breeze tinged with a hint of fishiness, his expression one of intoxication.
"Mr. Zhu." At this moment, a suit-clad bodyguard strode forward, carrying a tablet computer in his hand.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Zhu Hong asked, "Is it confirmed?"
"Take a look." The bodyguard handed over the tablet to Zhu Hong and pressed the play button.
"We have just received news that the driver involved in the airport accident has died after unsuccessful resuscitation efforts. According to announcements from the airport authorities, this incident has not affected airport operations. The airline has also stated that it will strengthen security measures at the airport to prevent similar incidents..."
"Mr. Zhu, this was the news released this morning," said the bodyguard in a suit.
