But, thinking about how all these rich capitalists are the same, he brushed off Wil's good intentions with a rude remark. "You don't need to be concerned about my well-being, Mr. Ravens. I was like this for the past twenty years, and I will be the same even if I receive life threats…"
"Let's go, Storm." Wil turned around to walk out of the office. Since there's no use in dragging the matter for long, he didn't bother to fill in the application.
While they were getting back to the car, a freelancer who was hovering around the building spotted them and immediately took a couple of pictures, "Scarlet Group's Chairman at the City Council. There must be some news."
Soon, the vehicle started to move.
Wil was silent as he glanced at the City Council through the window glass and shook his head with a sigh.
Upon seeing it, Storm, who didn't like the Mayor's attitude, thought Wil was upset by the earlier events.
