The glass door of Peninsula Coffee closed behind her. Ji Xiaosong stood on the sidewalk, looking at Huo Chen from across the bustling street.
He was wearing a deep gray custom-tailored suit today, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, exuding an air of languid nobility.
"Are you following me?"
She crossed the street, pulled open the door of the Maybach, and got right in.
Huo Chen placed his coffee cup into the cup holder. "Protecting my investment."
His gaze fell on her flat stomach. "Fifty million. You've got quite an appetite."
Ji Xiaosong's hand paused as she was fastening her seatbelt. "You bugged my phone calls?"
"Just reasonable surveillance."
Huo Chen started the car. "Chen Mo recently lost forty million on the island. Now he's being hounded by loan sharks."
Her head whipped around. "Did you set him up?"
A slight smile touched Huo Chen's lips. "I just had the casino give him a higher credit limit."
