Zi Zhen unscrewed his bottle of juice and finally sipped his juice. "Strange men are either harmless or dangerous," he said blandly. "Reyes is the second kind. Don't talk to him again unless one of us is beside you."
"Noted," Ting Zhou said, still watching where the man had vanished to.
Just then, Lu Ting Cheng spoke up, his voice low. "Father, one of our internal frequencies just got blocked for twenty seconds. Signal jamming or redirection. Very subtle. I'm still trying to trace the breach."
Lu Zhi Hao's expression darkened. "Tighten formation. No one goes anywhere alone. Wan Ruyi, can you…"
"Already done." She tapped lightly on her phone. "Our personal jammer is on. If anyone tries to access our signals again, they will trip a deadlock."
As the gala continued around them, laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but beneath it all, the Lu family moved like seasoned warriors behind silk masks—elegant, watchful, waiting.
