Night fell, and the lights of Weber Manor were bright. In the luxurious villa living room, sat Weber Ke and a middle-aged man with a gloomy look, a hooked nose, dressed in a suit and tie.
This middle-aged man was Weber Reg, a key figure in the Weber family.
"Uncle, the president of New York International Airlines Company, Maili, has already called us. There will be a private jet from Huaxia landing at New York International Airport at eight tonight. It's specifically here to pick up five passengers," Weber Ke said with a cold smile, looking at Weber Reg.
"This Lin Fei is indeed cunning, afraid that we might place our people on their flight to harm them, he specially arranged for a charter flight from Huaxia. However, he could not have imagined that New York International Airlines Company is part of our Weber Conglomerate," Weber Reg said with a look of triumph, sipping a glass of red wine.
