He waited until they sped off on their snowmobiles, kicking up a cloud of snow.
The beams from their headlights grew faint in the darkness, eventually dwindling to a few distant, twinkling points of light.
Feng Mountain retracted his gaze, pursed his lips in annoyance, and couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
"What's she so proud of? All that hand-kissing... Does she really think she's a princess?"
"Boss, that lady might actually be a princess. Didn't you hear Mr. Frank's introduction just now?" Yves's expression was unusually grave. He frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Feng Mountain.
"I heard him." Feng Mountain nodded casually, a dismissive look on his face. He pursed his lips and said impatiently, "Natasha Nikolaevna Romanova, or something. What a long, troublesome mouthful of a name."
Hearing that name, Yves's expression turned even more serious.
Yves wasn't like Feng Mountain, a middle-school dropout and an academic slacker.
