Ye Yun stayed in Switzerland for only three days before heading to Zurich Airport.
At the VIP special access passage, the Chairman of Swiss Bank personally came to see him off.
"Mr. Ye, you're welcome to visit Switzerland anytime," Joyce said earnestly.
"I'll come if I have the time," Ye Yun replied with a smile, shaking Joyce's hand. After a brief farewell, he turned and entered the VIP green channel.
Watching Ye Yun leave, Joyce finally turned to the group of senior bank executives behind him and said in a stern voice,
"None of you are allowed to leak a single detail about Mr. Ye."
"If any of you do, not only will you lose your current position, but I guarantee that no financial institution in the world will ever dare to hire you again!"
"Yes, sir!"
All the executives nodded immediately, frozen with fear.
As Chairman, Joyce's words carried enormous weight. No one dared ignore the threat behind them.
Anyone who revealed the identity of a Nine-Star Black Card holder would be inviting disaster upon themselves.
…
Passing through the VIP channel, Ye Yun boarded the private jet arranged by the Black Card concierge team.
Along the way, other weary travelers queuing up could only cast glances of envy and jealousy his way.
"So, this is what being a God-Tier Tycoon feels like?"
Savoring the stares, Ye Yun couldn't help but feel a secret thrill.
Who wouldn't enjoy such attention?
After boarding, Ye Yun's eyes scanned the luxurious cabin—and he quickly found what he was looking for.
Or rather… who he was looking for.
Inside the jet's lavish cabin stood twelve stunning women in flight attendant uniforms—Victoria's Secret models, to be precise—all smiling radiantly at Ye Yun and greeting him in unison,
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Ye!"
Their voices were sweet, their gazes seductive.
"Thank you."
Ye Yun's lips curled into a modest yet charming smile as he stepped forward and closed the cabin door.
…
…
Ye Yun's private jet departed from Zurich and headed toward Dubai, the most prosperous city in the United Arab Emirates, following an international flight path.
Both Zurich and Dubai were among the most economically vibrant cities in the world, and direct routes between them were well established.
Dubai International Airport.
A white private jet landed smoothly, but it didn't draw much attention from the other boarding or deplaning passengers.
In Dubai, where wealthy elites were commonplace, private jets were nothing out of the ordinary.
What was surprising, however, was that the person stepping off the plane wasn't an Emirati in a keffiyeh—but a handsome young man with black hair and yellow-toned skin.
"Finally here."
Ye Yun took a deep breath of the dry desert air, a hint of a smile appearing on his refined face. Then he strode off the aircraft.
After a full day of travel—though, admittedly, an enjoyable one thanks to the twelve Victoria's Secret angels—the fresh air was welcome.
As he descended the steps, he spotted a silver Rolls-Royce parked not far away. Standing beside it was a tall, blonde woman in a sleek black business suit.
Ye Yun paused slightly upon seeing her.
The beauty with burgundy heels and stunning legs was none other than Alya, the general manager from Swiss Bank headquarters!
"You?"
Ye Yun asked in surprise. He had used his Black Card privileges to request a private assistant and vehicle—how did Alya end up here?
Alya gave him a graceful bow and explained,
"I violated headquarters policy and could no longer remain there. So, the chairman reassigned me to be your personal assistant. You may instruct me to handle anything."
A Swiss Bank general manager, demoted just for one wrong question—asking Ye Yun what he did for a living—now sent to serve as his personal assistant. It sounded unbelievable… yet here it was, happening right in front of him.
"Anything?" Ye Yun asked with a faint smile, his gaze drifting briefly over Alya's alluring figure.
Alya trembled slightly, her fair cheeks flushing red, but she still nodded and said,
"Y-yes…"
If Ye Yun had asked her to accompany him to bed, she would have had to comply. That was part of the unspoken rules for personal assistants at this level.
Still, she felt a twinge of indignation. A Harvard PhD in Financial Management, she had never even had a boyfriend. After just over a year at Swiss Bank, she was thrown into this role.
But she had no right to refuse—unless she wanted to be blacklisted from the entire financial world.
It was true: with money, one could indeed do as they pleased.
Just as Alya stood there nervously, Ye Yun withdrew his gaze and casually got into the car.
"Let's go. Have you booked my hotel?"
The interior of the Rolls-Royce lived up to its multimillion-dollar reputation—riding in it felt smooth and luxurious, with no sense of bumps even as the vehicle started moving.
"Yes, it's been arranged. I've booked the Presidential Suite at the Burj Al Arab Hotel. Would you like to dine first, or rest?"
Alya asked, her eyes sweeping briefly across Ye Yun's face, a trace of relief flashing in her heart.
Thank goodness he didn't act impulsively. At least she would have some time to mentally prepare.
"Let's go eat. I heard the underwater restaurant at Burj Al Arab is quite famous. I've always wanted to see it."
Ye Yun said casually.
He wasn't exaggerating. The Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai was one of the most luxurious hotels in the world—renowned for its golden extravagance and over-the-top opulence. It was the world's first seven-star hotel.
Built on a man-made island, the sail-shaped tower stood 321 meters tall across 56 floors, once the tallest hotel building on the planet.
Beneath the hotel lay the famed underwater restaurant, praised by numerous world-class gastronomes.
To visit Dubai and not dine there would be a true pity.
Following Ye Yun's instructions, the silver Rolls-Royce glided smoothly along the highway, heading straight for the Burj Al Arab Hotel.
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