Top Floor VIP Room.
In the spacious private room, Chester Yale's tall figure leaned casually on the sofa, his slender legs elegantly crossed.
His chiseled handsome face, in the dim light, radiated a porcelain-like brilliance.
With one hand lazily supporting his head, he nonchalantly smoked a cigarette, exuding an indescribable bewitching charm.
In his mind, he replayed the scene of his encounter with Evelyn Sherman downstairs over and over again.
He hadn't finished one cigarette and he was already impatient, putting it out in the ashtray, and looking at his executive assistant, "Find out what she's doing here."
"Yes, Mr. Chester." The executive assistant bowed respectfully and left the room.
Only three people were left in the room, and the atmosphere became somewhat somber.
"Mr. Chester, our senior chairman entrusted you with a matter, may I know your decision?" An old waiter sitting across from Chester Yale suddenly spoke up.
They had been in the room for quite some time.
