4:15 PM.

Monte Carlo Paris Grand Hotel, top-floor corridor.

"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.

Tang Song, ever the gentleman, extended a hand to hold the door, gave a slight bow, and said in a gentle tone, "Ms. Ouyang, please."

"Thank you."

Ouyang Xianyue gave a slight nod and stepped into the elevator cab with unhurried grace.

To avoid drawing attention, she wore a wide-brimmed French-style vintage sun hat and oversized amber-tinted sunglasses that obscured most of her dignified, elegant face.

Over her soft, form-fitting light-colored knitwear, she wore a minimalist-cut beige trench coat, paired with dark straight-leg jeans and comfortable flat ankle boots.

At this moment, she had shed the sharpness of the Precision Queen's usual demeanor, looking instead like a well-off tourist with excellent taste, on a short vacation in the South of France.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Inside the enclosed cab, only the two of them remained.

Ouyang Xianyue watched the changing floor numbers, her heartbeat accelerating slightly along with them.

She glanced sideways, her phoenix eyes behind the sunglasses looking at the highly polished mirror inside the cab.

In the reflection, Tang Song wore a low-key baseball cap and black-rimmed square glasses.

He appeared reserved, gentle, and handsome.

Standing side by side.

They looked inexplicably harmonious.

Like siblings, yet also like a couple.

A long-lost flutter, reminiscent of her girlhood, mixed with the thrill of a secret affair in a foreign land, quietly spread through her veins.

"Ding—"

The elevator stopped at the ground floor.

The two walked out, one after the other, maintaining a proper social distance between them.

Passing through the luxurious hotel lobby, the slanted sunlight spilled onto the small plaza, carrying the Mediterranean's unique laziness and warmth.

Ouyang Xianyue slowed her pace, tilting her head slightly, and asked softly:

"Where are we going? I've heard the Monte Carlo Opera House is quite nice, or... maybe just a walk by the sea?"

What she truly wanted to see, of course, was that yacht.

But such thoughts were not suitable to voice too directly.

For her, the more she cared about something, the more she had to appear indifferent.

Hearing this, a pleasing curve lifted the corner of Tang Song's mouth.

"The weather is so good, it'd be a shame to just walk," he said, turning his head, his gaze falling on her profile gilded by the sunlight. "I'll take you for a drive to experience the coastal road scenery. Let's go, Ms. Ouyang."

Ouyang Xianyue pressed her lips together, asked no further, merely raised a hand to lightly adjust her sunglasses frame, and obediently followed his steps.

Soon, they arrived beside the Bugatti parked right outside the main entrance.

Tang Song stopped by the car, took the key fob from his pocket, and casually pressed it.

A crisp unlocking sound rang out.

Immediately after, the LED headlights at the front flared to life, like a slumbering beast opening its eyes.

Instantly, a wave of gazes turned their way.

Admiring, fanatical, envious, probing.

This globally unique supercar naturally became the absolute center of attention wherever it was parked.

Tang Song walked around to the passenger side and opened the carbon fiber door.

He leaned down slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper like a lover's in her ear.

"Get in, Madam."

Ouyang Xianyue's heart skipped a beat.

In this semi-public setting, under the potential scrutiny of countless strangers, being addressed like this by him...

That secretive, dangerous thrill shot straight up her spine.

She couldn't help but glance at the outrageously flamboyant black supercar before her.

Given her consistently steady and restrained nature, whether at home or abroad, she had almost never touched this kind of toy, typical of young tycoons and ostentatious capital.

But now, that unfamiliar, dangerous, flamboyant, out-of-control feeling was slowly coaxing out a long-suppressed impulse from deep within her.

She gently bit her lip and bent down slightly.

The supercar's chassis was very low, forcing her to tuck her legs in gracefully as she settled into the carbon fiber seat.

The moment she sat down, the curves of her hips and thighs, accentuated by the jeans, were further highlighted by the seat's contours, appearing even more sensual.

She lightly tugged her hat brim and lowered her gaze slightly.

[Drift Value: 41%]

Tang Song chuckled softly and closed the car door for her.

"Thump—"

The deep thud of the door closing completely isolated the outside noise and stares.

Then, he walked around the low-slung front end and got into the driver's seat.

Pressed the start button.

"Rumble—"

The 1500-horsepower W16 quad-turbocharged engine roared to life.

The entire carbon fiber body trembled.

Ouyang Xianyue's whole body went weak, and she instinctively gripped the armrest.

This car... was too wild.

Tang Song's long hands grasped the racing steering wheel.

"Hum—"

A soft chime reverberated in his mind.

"Ding! [Badge - Strategist] has been activated."

Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly, golden threads appearing in his field of vision.

His Comprehension stat, reaching 90 points, and his [Memory Palace] operated at a terrifying speed.

Memory fragments, knowledge structures, and muscle instincts buried deep in his subconscious flooded into his mind like a tide.

It was Europe in 2021.

Rainy, foggy Zurich.

The elegant, dignified building of the Crown Bank headquarters.

Annie Kate's beautiful and ambitious face.

The layered nesting of offshore trusts.

Concealed shadow accounts.

The old European financial aristocracy's set of understated yet ruthlessly cold rules.

Capital mergers and acquisitions, liquidation procedures, cross-border channels, short-selling logic, risk isolation...

One by one, the originally complex and intricate threads of knowledge were swiftly woven into his "Memory Palace."

Then, the scene shifted again.

The winding mountain roads of the Alps.

Professional racetracks.

High-speed cornering.

Downshifting, blipping the throttle, steering, braking, finding the racing line...

The perception and muscle memory of a top-tier professional race car driver poured into his nerves in an instant.

All of this, bolstered by the [Memory Palace], happened in just a fleeting moment.

When the golden threads before his eyes completely faded.

Tang Song opened his eyes again, his gaze now deeper and more profound.

The higher the [Comprehension] value, the greater the depth of awakening when triggering [Strategist].

Now that it had broken the 90-point barrier, combined with the "specific scenario" of being in Europe, sitting in a supercar, and about to take over Crown Bank, the badge was finally triggered again.

Everything was within expectations.

The only regret was that the related plot's [Feather of Memory] did not trigger.

Tang Song did not know the cause and effect behind these memories.

But this was enough.

"What's wrong?"

Ouyang Xianyue noticed his brief distraction, turned her head, her phoenix eyes behind the sunglasses resting on his face.

Tang Song looked at her.

The evening sunlight streamed through the windshield, spreading a layer of soft warmth over her.

The wide-brimmed hat obscured most of her face, revealing only the beautiful curve of her jaw and her slightly pursed red lips.

In that instant, his mood suddenly soared to its peak.

Without explanation, he leaned over and gently kissed her lips.

Ouyang Xianyue stiffened all over, her first reaction being to turn and look out the car window.

"Don't be impulsive, someone might see—"

Before she could finish.

Tang Song had already retreated to the driver's seat, his hands back on the steering wheel.

A dangerous yet composed smile played on his lips.

"Hold on tight, Madam."

"Rumble—"

The Voice of the Night let out a low growl and then shot out from the hotel entrance, merging into Monte Carlo's winding city streets.

Monaco's city roads are not easy to drive.

Narrow, full of curves, complex gradients, and it was just the time in the afternoon when traffic converged.

But when Tang Song held the steering wheel, he seemed to become one with the car.

Downshifting, changing lanes, overtaking.

The massive body moved like a nimble black fish, weaving precisely through the traffic.

Within a hair's breadth, fluid and seamless.

This thrill of precise control in tight spaces was far more adrenaline-pumping than mere straight-line acceleration.

The absolute command over speed, machinery, lines, and timing completely ignited Tang Song's desire for conquest.

"Tang Song... slow down a bit..."

"You're going too fast... it's too narrow here..."

The traffic and buildings that seemed to almost brush past the side mirrors gave the usually calm and steady her, for the first time in the passenger seat, a taste of a near-out-of-control tension.

"Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

Not only did Tang Song not slow down, he even freed his right hand and reached toward the passenger seat.

The dark jeans hugged her incredibly shapely legs. As his palm pressed against them, the astonishing elasticity and fullness made him reluctant to let go.

Ouyang Xianyue let out a low hum, her legs instinctively tightening together.

"You... Tang Song... don't be impulsive, drive properly, safety is most important..."

She bit her red lip, trying to stop him.

Yet Tang Song paid no heed.

Instead, he became even more audacious.

Inside the car's cramped space, the temperature gradually rose.

Ouyang Xianyue's head began to spin.

[Drift Value: 43%]

"I'm going to accelerate," Tang Song suddenly said, pressing the accelerator.

"Ah, you..."

Before her words finished, the car had already shot out of the crowded city area, turning onto the famous coastal mountain road (Moyenne Corniche).

The view suddenly opened up.

On one side were steep, rugged cliffs; on the other, the Mediterranean Sea dyed orange-red by the sunset.

Tang Song finally began to truly unleash this beast's power.

The engine's roar, the oppressive feeling during high-speed cornering, the intense and fierce push into the seatback, pinned the Noble Lady firmly against her seat.

Her pupils trembled, her lips tightly bitten, her ample chest heaving violently.

Accompanied by the engine's high-pitched scream, low gasps escaped her.

An unbroken stream of curves rushed toward them.

Entering the turn, braking, hugging the line, friction, exiting the turn.

The entire process was fluid and seamless.

The car body seemed nailed to the road surface.

The strong centrifugal force repeatedly pushed Ouyang Xianyue toward the driver's side.

Making her instinctively lean, cling, and draw closer to him.

The coastal scenery outside the window turned into streaks of blurred light, rapidly receding.

Inside the car was a young, powerful, all-controlling man.

Outside the car was the sunset, sea breeze, and the most luxurious coastline of a foreign land.

All the sensory experiences intertwined, turning into waves of electric current that continuously washed over Ouyang Xianyue's mind.

That dignified, beautiful face gradually flushed.

Her breathing grew hot.

Her gaze became dazed.

[Drift Value: 44%]

[Drift Value: 45%]

The numbers kept jumping.

[Drift Value: 47%]

[Drift Value: 48%]

.......

Dusk deepened.

The car slowly wound its way down the mountain road. After passing through a short tunnel, the lights of Monaco spread out ahead once more.

Like scattered diamonds strewn across the seaside.

Finally, the Voice of the Night drove into a relatively quiet open-air parking lot near the Port of Hercules.

Tang Song parked the car steadily and turned off the engine.

The roaring engine rumble gradually subsided into silence.

Her beautiful cheeks carried a faint blush.

For Ms. Ouyang, who always valued composure and kept her emotions hidden, this was an extremely rare loss of composure.

However, as the shock and thrill gradually receded.

It was replaced by a sense of clarity and release, from soul to body.

"Want to get out and walk? Take a stroll along the shore."

Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes for a moment, then after two seconds, softly responded, "...Okay."

They got out of the car.

Ouyang Xianyue first instinctively raised a hand to adjust her hat brim, then straightened her sunglasses, and smoothed her slightly disheveled hair.

In just a few seconds.

She had transformed back into that elegant, proper, composed Ms. Ouyang.

But after taking only two steps forward, her legs suddenly went weak.

Her body swayed slightly.

Tang Song reached out, steadying her waist firmly.

"Are you alright?"

Ouyang Xianyue turned her head, looking at him through her sunglasses.

"The way you drive, Sir... is quite special. Very memorable."

"Just memorable? Did you like it?" Tang Song's tone carried a hint of teasing.

"......"

Ouyang Xianyue did not answer.

They walked side by side toward the sea, the silently lurking Voice of the Night behind them.

The sunset was gentle, the sea breeze tender.

The nightscape of the Port of Hercules possessed a decadent, dazzling beauty even more pronounced than during the day.

In the deep-water area, yachts were densely moored.

Lights on the decks lit up one by one.

In the distance, even helicopter landing pads were visible.

Century-old classical buildings, luxury storefronts, open-air cafes, and the constant stream of luxury cars together formed a highly impactful panorama of Monaco's night scene.

The air was filled with a mix of sea salt, coffee, and perfume.

There were European noblewomen walking their hounds.

There were gentlemen in suits conversing in low tones.

And there were young men and women zipping by on electric scooters.

Here, wealth and pleasure were manifested to the extreme.

This rare sense of anonymity allowed Ouyang Xianyue to relax completely.

Unconsciously, she had already taken the initiative to link her arm with Tang Song's.

From the weightlessness and thrill inside the car earlier to the seaside stroll and sunset now.

Her emotions felt pushed, sliding toward a direction she could no longer control.

She almost forgot her identity.

At this moment, they resembled a pair of lovers passionately in love in a foreign land.

Occasionally, they stopped to look at the yachts, the seagulls, the luxury goods in the shop windows.

Just then, a voice speaking Chinese with a hint of surprise came from beside them.

"Hello, hi there?"

Ouyang Xianyue quickly raised her hand, lightly pressing down on her hat brim, hiding her face deeper into the shadows of her hat and sunglasses.

Tang Song stopped and turned around.

The speaker was a young couple in their twenties.

The young man wore a thin cashmere coat over a simple white T-shirt, with a Patek Philippe on his wrist.

The young woman was wrapped in a beige teddy bear coat, holding a Hermès bag in rare leather, her makeup impeccable.

Standard attire for wealthy second-generation Chinese.

"Hello," Tang Song gave a slight nod.

"You really are from Huaxia!" The young man immediately smiled. "Bro, could you help me and my girlfriend take a photo? My friends haven't arrived yet, and the sunset right now is too beautiful to miss."

As he spoke, he handed over the mirrorless camera in his hand.

The girl beside him, after getting a closer look at Tang Song's face, paused the words she was about to add, her cheeks visibly flushing a little.

Clearly not expecting that a random passerby asked to take a photo would be this handsome.

Tang Song glanced at the mirrorless camera in the young man's hand. "No problem."

The young man quickly said, "Just press this shutter button, the focus..."

"Mm, I know," Tang Song took the Hasselblad X2D 100C. "I use this model myself regularly, very familiar with it."

"That's great!"

The young man pulled his girlfriend to the side, standing with their backs to the sunset and the sea.

Tang Song raised the camera, casually adjusted some settings.

Then changed angles, crouching down slightly.

"Click— click—"

The sea breeze, sunset, harbor, and the young couple were easily captured within his viewfinder.

After taking the photos, the young man took the camera back, glanced at the screen, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Wow, bro, you're too good at this. The composition is perfect, the lighting captured so precisely!"

Tang Song smiled. "The scenery is good."

The young man looked up, glancing at Tang Song, then at Ouyang Xianyue standing to the side, who remained low-key yet exuded an exceptionally outstanding aura.

"The scenery here is indeed hard to come by. Should I take a photo for you two as well?"

Hearing the words "photo together," Ouyang Xianyue's fingers tightened slightly.

It seemed she had never taken a photo alone with Tang Song before, especially not in a foreign country, in such an ambiguous and beautiful twilight.

Too personal.

Too easy to leave traces.

Just as she hesitated.

Tang Song had already taken his phone from his pocket, opened the camera app, and handed it over.

"Sure, that would be great, thanks."

As he spoke, he had already very naturally taken Ouyang Xianyue's hand and led her to the railing.

Before she could react, he had already embraced her from behind.

His chest pressed against her back.

His arms encircled her waist.

Ouyang Xianyue stiffened all over.

Through their clothes, she could almost clearly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat.

"Should you take off your sunglasses?" The young man holding the phone kindly reminded.

"No need."

Ouyang Xianyue spoke immediately.

Because she deliberately lowered her voice, it sounded somewhat different from usual.

Unlike Tang Song, her domestic fame was too high.

Once her true face was revealed, the probability of being recognized would be much greater.

"Okay, look at the camera!"

"Click—"

The image froze.

The young man looked down at the screen and immediately smiled.

"Great, great, really captures the mood. Mainly, you two are just too photogenic, anything looks like a fashion shoot."

He handed the phone back.

Tang Song reached out and took it.

Ouyang Xianyue couldn't resist either, leaning slightly to take a look.

In the photo, the sky was filled with sunset glow spreading across the sea.

She wore a hat and sunglasses, her expression almost invisible.

But Tang Song held her from behind, his posture intimate and natural.

The harbor, yachts, and sunset behind them set a romantic and beautiful scene for everything.

Ouyang Xianyue's breath hitched slightly.

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment and sweetness instantly filled her heart.

Tang Song looked at the photo and smiled faintly. "Taken very well, thank you."

The young man waved his hand cheerfully, making small talk with Tang Song, clearly enthusiastic about meeting a fellow countryman in Monaco.

After chatting for a bit, he extended his hand. "Let's get acquainted. I'm Zhou Chen, this is my girlfriend Xixi. Meeting is fate, we're also from back home. If you're free, we should hang out sometime?"

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes flickered, giving Tang Song a subtle, almost imperceptible look.

Tang Song shook the other's hand, his smile natural.

"Hello, I'm Song." He paused, his gaze sweeping past Ouyang Xianyue beside him. "This is my girlfriend, Cynthia."

Hearing him use an English name, Ouyang Xianyue first felt relieved.

But the next second, the words "my girlfriend" made her body grow slightly warm.

She did not refute it.

Only her cheeks, under the cover of the sunset glow, slowly flushed with a very faint rosy hue.

Zhou Chen was also a smart person. Hearing this, he knew the other party clearly didn't want to reveal their true identities.

So he didn't ask further, exchanged a few more pleasantries, then waved goodbye.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, have a pleasant trip."

Tang Song held Ouyang Xianyue's hand, continuing to walk deeper into the harbor under the last remnants of the sunset's afterglow.

The sky darkened bit by bit.

But the streets grew more crowded.

Lights, sea breeze, laughter, music.

Gradually pushed the entire Port of Hercules toward the bustle belonging to the night.

They walked along the shore a bit further, finally sitting down at a seaside restaurant for a simple dinner.

By the time they emerged from the restaurant, night had completely settled in.

The sea breeze was cooler than before.

Ouyang Xianyue gathered her trench coat and unconsciously slowed her pace.

They walked side by side along the harbor's edge.

Underfoot were cobblestones illuminated by street lamps; the distant sea surface floated with fragmented golden light reflections; occasionally, a yacht would sound a low horn, its sound particularly drawn-out in the night.

After walking a while longer.

Ouyang Xianyue finally spoke.

"Where are we going next?"

Her tone was calm, like a casual question after a meal.

Tang Song turned his head to look at her, a faint, elusive smile at the corner of his mouth. "Where do you want to go?"

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes flickered slightly as she slowly said, "Your trip to Monaco this time... besides interfacing with Crown Bank, you probably also have arrangements to inspect the yacht, right?"

"Mhm. So?"

"Some of the core equipment and control systems on the ship were custom-adapted by [Tang Yi Precision]'s overseas laboratory. I've reviewed the relevant parameters, debugging logic, and subsequent maintenance standards. We're very close to your yacht here. If you're going onboard, I could accompany you to take a look."

After hearing this, the smile in Tang Song's eyes instantly widened. "Oh? Just for that reason? Ms. Ouyang."

Ouyang Xianyue did not immediately reply.

Of course she knew such a reason wasn't clever.

She also knew that with Tang Song's sharpness, he couldn't possibly fail to hear what she truly wanted to say.

But some words, she ultimately couldn't voice them as directly as Annie or Su Yu could.

Tang Song didn't press her, just quietly looked at the Noble Lady.

The sea breeze blew from the far end of the harbor, stirring the stray hairs by her ears.

After a long while, Ouyang Xianyue's red lips moved slightly.

"Of course, not entirely. I just think, since we're already in Monaco..."

Before she could finish.

Tang Song suddenly raised his hand and removed the sunglasses from her face.

Stripped of the lenses' obstruction, that mature, beautiful face was completely exposed to the night.

"Madam, what exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"I want to go out to sea with you, to see the ocean."

Tang Song took half a step forward, closing in on her. "Just to see the ocean? Don't want to do anything else?"

Ouyang Xianyue's breathing instantly became ragged.

The stimulation, teasing, sunset, romance along the way, and his guidance and advance had already pushed her emotions to an extremely dangerous tipping point.

Almost tore open the last shred of her restraint.

Her chest rose and fell as she nodded gently.

[Drift Value: 50%]

The next second.

Tang Song reached up and took off her hat.

Leaned down and kissed her.

Lips and teeth intertwined, rough and fiery.

Ouyang Xianyue stiffened.

This almost completely exposed intimacy made her heartbeat race almost out of control.

Reason told her this was too dangerous, too reckless.

But her body reacted directly.

She responded passionately, greedily, as if wanting to devour him whole.

The night, the lights, the sea breeze, and the warmth of his body completely overwhelmed her at this moment.

[Drift Value: 55%]

[Drift Value: 57%]

Beside the harbor, people came and went.

The evening wind rustled the moored ropes, making faint friction sounds.

"Hey, honey, isn't that the older woman-younger man couple we met earlier?"

Xixi suddenly stopped, holding Zhou Chen's arm, and gestured with her chin toward the front.

"Huh?" Zhou Chen followed her gaze, first startled, then smiled. "It really is."

A young man in a jacket next to them raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, Zhou Chen? Run into someone you know?"

"Not exactly acquainted," Zhou Chen shook his head, a hint of interest in his tone. "Just the guy I told you about earlier, the one who took photos for me and Xixi."

"Oh?" Another girl immediately became interested. "The one Xixi mentioned, the super handsome guy who didn't want to reveal his identity?"

Several of them looked in that direction, first spotting a man in a baseball cap.

In the night, his full face wasn't clear, only a sharp jawline and an upright figure were visible.

Instead, the woman beside him was even more captivating.

A hat and sunglasses covered most of her face.

But that mature, slender, full, and elegant figure was even more striking in the night.

Completely unlike what a young girl could possess.

"Damn," one of the guys couldn't help but exclaim. "That guy's girlfriend is on another level."

"Since we've run into them here, why not invite them along? Get to know them, it's a party tonight anyway, more people, more fun."

"I say, Yao Yuan, do you want to get to know him, or get to know his girlfriend?"

"Hey," Yao Yuan spread his hands, looking completely candid. "More handsome guys and beautiful women make drinking more enjoyable. Besides, everyone who comes to Monaco to play wants to meet more interesting people, right?"

The group laughed.

Zhou Chen hesitated a moment.

Having grown up in such circles, influenced by his surroundings, he had developed some ability to judge people.

That young man who called himself Song, and the Cynthia who kept a low profile with half her face covered, were clearly not ordinary tourists.

This kind of aura wasn't built by clothes and luxury cars.

It was the composure possessed by people accustomed to being surrounded by resources, rules, and grand occasions.

Getting to know them might not be a bad thing.

Thinking this, he still followed his friends over.

They approached quickly.

"Hi, Song, we meet again," Zhou Chen took the lead, greeting with a natural smile. "What a coincidence."

Tang Song looked up, his gaze sweeping over these young faces.

"It is quite a coincidence."

Zhou Chen pointed behind him. "A few of us were just about to go party on a boat. Since we ran into you, want to join? A friend and I chartered a yacht for the night, a small get-together, have some drinks, enjoy the night view, make it lively."

He paused, then added, "Of course, totally spur of the moment. If you have plans, just forget I mentioned it."

Tang Song shook his head slightly, his tone plain yet not impolite.

Yao Yuan stood nearby, his eyes shifting between the two, half-jokingly saying, "Buddy, don't be such a spoilsport. Monaco nights need some stories to be worth remembering, right?"

He gestured with his hands, indicating a rough length.

"We rented an 80-foot Princess yacht. Around here in the Port of Hercules, that's pretty decent. Everyone onboard is from Huaxia, the atmosphere definitely won't be cold."

An 80-foot Princess yacht, converted, is nearly twenty-four meters.

That's already a rather extravagant specification.

Weekly rentals start at a minimum of a hundred thousand euros, often more.

Adding the costs of drinks, service, and berthing, this is certainly not casual spending for a simple outing.

In a place like Monaco, it can still be considered respectable.

Just held Ouyang Xianyue's hand and continued walking forward.

The two groups passed each other like this.

Zhou Chen looked back and shrugged. "Well, they're not interested."

"Normal," Yao Yuan withdrew his gaze, a hint of self-mockery in his tone. "With a beauty of that caliber, if it were me, I wouldn't want to bring her out to drink with a bunch of strangers either."

The others around them laughed.

"Let's go, let's go, we'll have fun ourselves."

.....

The group walked along the jetty and soon boarded a VIP shuttle boat inside the harbor.

The Port of Hercules is very large. The main harbor area, yacht berth area, and the newly built breakwater dock are not fully interconnected.

Some berths are located too deep inside, not easily accessible on foot, usually requiring round trips via internal harbor shuttle boats.

And the Princess yacht they chartered was moored in the area near the newly built breakwater dock.

The shuttle boat cut through the water, heading deeper into the harbor.

On both sides along the way, yachts of all sizes were moored.

Deck lights were bright, and faintly, the beat of electronic music, women's coquettish laughter, and the clinking of glasses could be heard.

But soon, the attention of the people on the shuttle boat was captured by another exceptionally special area in the distance.

The entire area was brightly lit.

In the vast berth area, only a single vessel was moored in isolation.

A massive superyacht in an arctic white hue.

In the night, that ultimate arctic white didn't appear glaring. Instead, it carried an almost oppressive sense of purity and sci-fi aesthetic.

"This isn't just about being big anymore," Zhou Chen's eyes held deep shock. "This size... it would definitely rank on the global superyacht charts."

An estimated at least 130 meters.

Even from afar, one could feel that breathtaking beauty of an industrial marvel.

Further down was a shimmering infinity pool, and behind large panoramic glass walls, warm yellow light shone through.

That was no longer mere luxury.

It was an almost "floating palace" level of exaggerated scale.

Even more impressive was that its surroundings were almost devoid of other vessels.

The lighting, security level, even the exclusive boarding passage around its berth were noticeably different from elsewhere.

"Whose boat is this anyway?"

"Middle Eastern royalty?"

"A Russian energy oligarch?"

"Or some tech giant's new purchase?"

They chattered and speculated, but no one could give an accurate answer.

Countless people had noticed it, yet no one could confirm its true owner.

No public reports, no high-profile social media posts, even the information circulating from the harbor was scarce.

This, in turn, made it even more mysterious and intimidating.

Getting closer and closer to that super berth area.

Just then, everyone on the boat suddenly froze.

"That... isn't that the couple from just now?"

"It's that Song and Cynthia."

"It really is them..."

The chatter and laughter on the shuttle boat gradually died down.

Everyone's gaze unconsciously converged there.

Deep in the harbor, the lights were as bright as day.

That arctic white superyacht, like a slumbering leviathan, rested quietly in its exclusive berth.

And at the end of these people's line of sight.

The man and woman they had just seen were slowly approaching along the passage.

The man in his baseball cap, the woman in her trench coat, hat brim pulled low.

But now, against this grand, solemn, and highly imposing background.

That deliberate understatement instead exuded a sense of oppressive authority from a high position.

Indescribable, sending shivers down the spine.

All the waiting personnel on both sides of the passage performed respectful bows.

No clamor, no crowding, no deliberate display of pomp.

The evening wind skimmed the sea surface, rustling the thick mooring ropes, making faint friction sounds.

Only after those two figures had completely disappeared.

Did Zhou Chen and the others snap out of it, swallowing hard with difficulty.

They looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless for a long time.