Zhuo Wei was very satisfied. "Miss Yan, don't worry. Since I've sold you the first-hand information, I won't publish it casually, as I am a person of integrity."
Yan Luoxi pursed her red lips, hung up the phone, and then picked up the intercom, instructing Xiaolin to transfer one million into Zhuo Wei's account. In less than half an hour, Zhuo Wei sent over the itinerary for Bo Jingnian and Shen Jie.
They were indeed going on vacation, but after arriving in the Maldives, they took a private speedboat to a private island. Because it was a private island, foreign speedboats and ships were not allowed to dock, so Zhuo Wei couldn't capture any specific scenes.
After reading the itinerary, Yan Luoxi called William, asking him to check whose name the private island was under. Hanging up the phone, she looked at the itinerary in the email, wondering if they were truly on vacation, as it seemed not quite right.
For some reason, she sensed a whiff of conspiracy.
