Song Junhan politely introduced himself, but the two individuals paid him no mind, merely nodding as a form of greeting.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Song Junhan’s eyes at their perfunctory response, but he masked it well, instead presenting a pre-prepared kraft paper bag. "Here are your new identities and ship tickets."
"Thank you." Seeing that Song Junhan had handled everything meticulously, even preparing these items, the attitudes of the two softened considerably.
"You'll need to be by my side until tomorrow, posing as my newly hired bodyguards," Song Junhan stated. "The ship departs precisely at 6:30 PM tomorrow."
The two only needed to know the crucial information; they were indifferent to anything else.
Their sole desire was to complete this part of their assignment as quickly as possible.
After conveying a few simple instructions, Song Junhan ceased speaking and turned his attention to work emails, exuding an air of professionalism and diligence.
This was not Song Junhan's first encounter with people from that organization. Each time, he endeavored to present himself as more professional and serious.
Currently, he was merely a peripheral figure within the organization. To truly enter its inner circle, he needed to be impeccable, leaving a good impression on everyone.
Although his current responsibilities were relatively basic, he already had a general outline of the organization's scope.
The organization was immensely powerful, operating with astonishing efficiency. Its departments were intricately linked yet possessed absolute, independent authority within their respective domains.
He could only ascertain for now that the organization's leader was active abroad, his identity shrouded in mystery. This leader spanned both the legitimate and illicit worlds, wielding immense power and considerable wealth.
It was by no means comparable to the mere Xia family.
For them to crush the Xia family would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Even the troublesome Gu Entertainment was absolutely no match for this organization.
Of course, the organization was also ruthless; those who became a liability met only with death.
For instance, Qiu Xinxue.
Recalling Qiu Xinxue's fate sent a chill of revulsion through Song Junhan's core.
A living, breathing person had simply vanished, and to this day, there had been no whisper of any news.
It was terrifying.
Song Junhan took a deep breath and returned to his work.
Of the two men in the same vehicle, the round-faced one closed his eyes for a nap, while the slender man gazed out the window, his face set in a stern expression, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xia Qingtian spotted a familiar face the moment she arrived at the estate.
"Amiya!" Xia Qingtian exclaimed in surprise, gazing at the person before her, disbelieving. "You've come to Z Country?"
"Yes! My friend!" Amiya exclaimed, excitedly taking Xia Qingtian's hand and kissing her cheek. "I've missed you so much! How have you been?"
"I'm doing very well," Xia Qingtian replied, looking at Amiya and smiling. "Did you come alone? Is Madame Camille here?"
"No, Camille has been quite busy lately, but she entrusted me to come," Amiya said with a smile. "I've resumed my studies and received an offer from K&S. I requested to accompany this trip myself."
"That's wonderful!" Xia Qingtian beamed. "You look so much better than the last time I saw you."
During their previous encounter at Camille's estate, Amiya had been manipulated by villains, mistakenly believing Camille had caused her father's death. She had even almost assassinated Camille, but the misunderstanding was fortunately cleared up at the last moment.
Amiya now radiated vitality, exuding confidence and enthusiasm, her smile sweet.
It seemed she had spent her recent time living a fulfilling and happy life.
"Yes, a lot has happened, all happy things," Amiya said, holding Xia Qingtian's hand. "You can do your makeup and styling, and I'll tell you about it."
"Okay~" Xia Qingtian smiled and chatted with Amiya for a long time.
The makeup and styling went exceptionally smoothly. Xia Qingtian had a good foundation and had done considerable preparatory work beforehand, resulting in excellent makeup application. As she donned the outfits, Amiya could make timely adjustments.
Her eyes were remarkably sharp, possessing considerable artistic talent. After receiving guidance from Madame Camille, she had become an excellent professional capable of handling tasks independently.
Amiya was the most informed about what Madame Camille's new season designs intended to convey. With her assistance, the entire process was highly efficient.
Coupled with Xia Qingtian's high level of cooperation, the entire photoshoot proceeded flawlessly.
"At this rate, we'll finish the shoot today; we won't even need two days!" the person in charge of the photoshoot was a French gentleman.
With deep-set eyes, a suave demeanor, an absolute sensitivity to art, and impeccable attire, his every gesture put everyone present at ease. Even the typically prominent hairline characteristic of European men couldn't detract from his impressive presence.
"Qingtian is simply perfect," Amiya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Xia Qingtian. "I absolutely adore this mysterious Eastern aesthetic!"
"It's Madame Camille's design that is so outstanding. Even with a different model, it would be displayed just as excellently," Xia Qingtian said with a smile. "And with such an outstanding person in charge, wouldn't you agree?"
"Heh heh, this is truly a very pleasant working experience," the person in charge chuckled. After examining the proofs, he announced, "Let's take a fifteen-minute break, and then we'll proceed with the next set of shots."
Although Li Mengxiao didn't understand French or what everyone was discussing, seeing the staff moving about, she promptly delivered the prepared water to Xia Qingtian.
"Thank you, dear," Xia Qingtian accepted the water from Li Mengxiao and continued to chat with Amiya.
After delivering the water, Li Mengxiao immediately retreated to the side.
"We all miss you, both I and Camille, we miss you dearly," Amiya said sincerely to Xia Qingtian. "I know you've been through a lot since returning to Z Country. Regardless, if you ever need anything, Camille's estate will always open its doors for you."
Xia Qingtian was deeply touched by her words and was about to express her gratitude when a commotion arose.
A group of people barged into the filming location. The leader, with a displeased expression, demanded, "Who allowed you to film here! What's going on? Huh?"
The staff were startled by the sudden intrusion.
Someone immediately stepped forward to negotiate and presented their rental contract for the two days of filming.
"Let me tell you, this place has been booked out for the next two days. Get out the way you came, scram!" The leader completely disregarded the rental contract, shoving aside the staff member and speaking menacingly.
"What's going on?" Amiya's brow furrowed, and she looked at Xia Qingtian with confusion.
"It's nothing," Xia Qingtian said, shielding Amiya behind her.
The person in charge of the photoshoot was also bewildered and immediately inquired through the on-site translator what was happening.
Just then, another group arrived, carrying filming equipment.
Their entourage was quite substantial.