Noble Daughter

At 6:30 in the morning, in a modern and exquisitely decorated high-end apartment on Fifth Avenue in New York, a woman wearing a golden brown satin nightgown stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room, holding a glass of Mandheling in her hand and looking down at the Wall Street Journal. The woman had porcelain-white skin, Asian facial features, and her amber eyes quickly scanned the most valuable information in the newspaper. After a while, she put down the newspaper in her hand, walked to the desk with six monitors, and looked at the data on the monitors. At this time, the woman's cell phone rang. "Hello?" "...