. . .
After waking up with a terrible hangover, Jin woke up with fragmented memories from the night before.
"I love you, Zeirenne Lynn... " he recalled, "I f*cking love you."
He ruffled his hair. His face covered in complete frustration.
That morning, he left the Pontecelli Penthouse earlier than usual, determined to avoid stumbling upon Zeirenne.
"The stock prices are getting more unstable. What's happening Colton?" Jin queried infront of his graphs.
Assistant Colton stepped forward with a folder in his hands. Ready for a detailed incident report.
"Mr. Yang, it seem like the charts are turning into polls."
"Polls? For what?"
"It divided possible investors into supporting who they think would end up with Miss Lin."
Assistant Colton took a step back because of the sudden blizzard from his boss. "What?" Jin immediately surveyed the graphs. Silva International was winning.
"Colton, call every investment I rejected. Make sure to make them invest."
