Imperial Garden.
The study was brightly lit, with a man in black pajamas sitting in a chair, a laptop computer on the desk in front of him.
The development of Parkinson's disease medications had been completed, and the packaging and pricing had also been finalized; he was busy preparing for the upcoming market launch.
His well-defined fingers tapped on the keyboard, which made no clattering sound due to its high quality.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence from within the room.
Blake picked up the phone and, seeing the caller ID, slid the screen to answer.
"Hello, Mom."
The middle-aged woman on the other end of the screen sat on a sofa, with a facial mask on her face.
"Son, the New Year's almost here. Why don't you bring my daughter-in-law to the Capital for a stroll and some fun? That way, we can also bond properly."
