Charlie smiled and said, “Okay, I know! Don’t worry! I’ll be back with you as soon as I finish!”


    “Hmm!” ire nodded earnestly and replied, “You need to hurry; aren’t you taking off at eight o’clock? It’s only half an hour away!”


    “Got it!” Charlie responded as he stepped out of the car. After ire settled into the taxi, he waved goodbye and said, “Wife, I’m heading out now. Drive safely on your way back!”


    ire nodded obediently and softly replied, “Let me know in advance when you’re done, and I’lle pick you up at the airport.”


    “Sure!” Charlie said.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Watching ire drive away, Charlie turned and walked into the airport.


    After a quick security check, he boarded the business jet that Abbas had arranged.


    At exactly 8:00 AM, the ne took off on schedule, heading swiftly toward Hong Kong Ind.


    Fast forward fourteen hours, and it was already ten in the morning in Hong Kong Ind time.


    Charlie’s business jet was now just over an hour from Hong Kong Ind.


    He decided to call Ziva Hank to inform her of his impending arrival and to ask her to notify Liu Jiahui to meet him at the airport.


    Meanwhile, Liu Jiahui was still sound asleep at home.


    Ever since he initiated the deportation process for Arman through USCIS, his excitement had made it difficult for him to find rest each night, as he constantly reyed memories of their past together.


    He thought about all the festivals they had shared and the ridicule he had endured because of Arman over the years.


    If it weren’t for the fact that everyone in Hong Kong Ind was aware of his animosity toward Arman, he might have taken matters into his own hands and executed Arman himself.


    After all, he believed that such an act would finally free him from his long-held resentment.


    At that moment, he found himself in a bizarre dream. In this dream, Arman was finally being deported back to Hong Kong Ind, and Liu Jiahui hade to the airport to witness Arman’s tragic end.


    As Arman stepped out of the airport, bystanders suddenly drew their guns and aimed them at him.<fn7307> This text is hosted at f?ndnovel</fn7307>


    Liu Jiahui felt a rush of excitement, eager to see Arman meet his demise. However, in an unexpected twist, the guns turned toward him instead.


    Just as he stood there in shock, Arman sneered and waved his hand slightly.


    Without warning, the armed assassins pulled their triggers, unleashing a barrage of bullets that struck him relentlessly, causing him to wake up with a scream.


    In the bathroom, Fang Jiaxin was doing her makeup when she heard themotion. Rushing over, she asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, Ka Fai? Were you having a nightmare?”


    “It’s nothing… Just a mix-up between dream and reality…” he replied, still shaken.


    As he spoke, his phone suddenly rang.


    He grabbed the phone and saw it was Ziva Hank calling. He quickly answered, “Hello, Mia Ziva! What’s the matter? Why are you calling so early?”


    On the other end, Ziva Hank responded, “Mr. Liu, my assistant will be arriving on Hong Kong Ind in about an hour. If it’s convenient for you, it would be best for you to pick him up at the airport.”


    Liu Jiahui felt a surge of annoyance at the request. He thought to himself that Ziva Hank’s assistant could easily find a hotel, and expecting him to pick him up felt excessive.


    Then, Ziva Hank added, “Oh, by the way, Mr. Liu, I forgot to mention earlier that this assistant is appointed by the two major shareholders of Yisu Shipping, Miss Ito and Miss Banks. He’s quite capable and holds more authority than I do. If you’re interested in advancing our cooperation, it’s crucial that you treat him well.”


    Upon hearing this, Liu Jiahui’s attitude shifted dramatically. He quickly replied, “Don’t worry, President Ziva! I will personally go to the airport to greet him and ensure he feels wee. Since he’s new to Hong Kong Ind, he can stay at my ce—there are plenty of rooms avable!”