Delphine wasn't unfamiliar with Cloud Summit. She'd been here twice. As the number one money pit of Southeast Asia, it was frequented by dignitaries and elites. Its privacy and security systems were top-notch.
Just as she stepped into the lobby of Cloud Summit, the impatient Kyla Zamora spotted her with sharp eyes and hurried over, grabbing the young woman by the arm. With some frustration, she said, "When we head up to the private suite later, you just need to make an appearance, meet Director Ge, and then leave. If anyone asks you to drink, tell them you're allergic to alcohol. Find the right moment to slip away, and I will handle the rest."
"What's going on?" Delphine noticed Kyla Zamora's uneasy expression and asked softly.
