In the afternoon, Lu Liang drove his sports car to East Hampton.
Initially, he had planned to take a car provided by the hotel, but on the way, he passed by a Ferrari dealership and impulsively bought an F12.
The price wasn't high, less than $1 million, making it the first sports car Lu Liang had bought himself.
Speeding along, he headed east from Manhattan and arrived at his destination in an hour and a half.
The scenery along the way was beautiful, as if filtered; blue sky, clear water, lush greenery—it truly lived up to the name of the most beautiful countryside.
The location where James was selling his mansion was even further than the Broadway Manor they had visited the previous night.
About five or six kilometers apart, Lu Liang could see Wilson's assistant Evel, standing at the intersection with a middle-aged man.
"Mr. Lu, Kamon had to deal with something urgent, so he asked me to take care of you today."
