Morning sunlight spilled across the streets as Jenna Roland weaved through rush hour traffic on her e-bike.

The sign of the Garment Wholesale Center glittered under the sun.

She arrived thirty minutes early, standing at the entrance and checking her watch repeatedly.

"Excuse me, are you Jenna?" A crisp female voice came from behind.

Hannah Kalmien wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, her hair tied in a high ponytail. She looked even more energetic than in their video calls.

After exchanging pleasantries, Hannah led Jenna into the wholesale center with practiced ease.

"The first floor mainly deals with accessories and women's clothing. The second floor has children's wear and swimsuits..."

Hannah gave a tour while Jenna's eyes darted between shops.

Her steps noticeably slowed when they passed stores with "Factory Direct" signs.

"This T-shirt only costs $2 wholesale?" Jenna ran her fingers over the fabric, disbelief in her voice.

Hannah chuckled. "These are the source manufacturers. Prices are naturally low."

By the time they finished exploring the women's section, Jenna's notebook was filled with prices and styles.

"I want to start my stall tomorrow!" Jenna exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah cautioned her, "Don't rush. We need to scout locations and select the right inventory first."

They settled at a diner near the wholesale center.

Jenna ordered house specialties and thanked Hannah sincerely.

"The hardest part about street vending isn't the hard work," Hannah said between bites. "It's persistence."

Jenna nodded thoughtfully.

When they parted, they agreed to visit night market stalls together the following week.

Back at Beverly Hills, Jenna organized her findings into spreadsheets.

At four p.m., she changed into a simple dress and headed to Mr. Chow.

The window-side table offered a clear view. Jenna sipped lemon water as she waited.

Ten minutes later, familiar figures appeared at the entrance.

Victor Roland and Fiona Roland walked in first, followed by Jason Roland and his scowling wife Heidi.

"Over here." Jenna raised her hand.

Heidi shoved a bulging plastic bag onto the table.

"For you," she said stiffly.

Jenna arched an eyebrow. "Poisoned?"

"You—!" Heidi's face turned livid.

Victor placed a restraining hand on his wife's arm. "Your father appeared in my dream. He asked me to look after you."

Jenna scoffed. "At least make up a believable story."

The waiter arrived with menus, temporarily diffusing the tension.