Leonard's POV
The wheels of our private jet hit the tarmac with a loud screech, and my heart raced with different emotions.
We had finally landed in China. The moment the doors opened, the bright afternoon sun's heat hit my face. Liam stepped out first, his face set in a deadly, cold expression under the harsh daylight. Leo followed right behind him, his eyes glued to his tablet, his face completely pale and unreadable.
"The tracker just got the exact address of her art studio," Leo said, his voice tight as he showed us the screen. "It's a small studio in Shanghai."
Through our endless pack connections, three sleek black cars were already waiting for us right on the runway. Our head tracker was standing by the door of the lead vehicle, bowing his head as we approached. We didn't waste a single second. The three of us threw ourselves into the back seat, and the driver slammed on the gas, racing through the busy, crowded streets of the city.
