It was late at night when Jiang Yuchi woke up. The aromatherapist’s skills were truly remarkable; she had slept incredibly soundly. She reached toward the nightstand, and when her fingertips brushed the cold surface of her phone screen, her brow furrowed involuntarily—the signal bar was still completely empty.
She pressed the intercom button. Moments later, three restrained, light knocks sounded at the door.
"Madam," the butler stood outside, his voice low and respectful. "The technical staff is in place and is currently running a full diagnostic on your communication devices. It should take about twenty minutes."
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