Meanwhile, at Yale Group.
CEO's Office.
"Knock-knock—" Mr. Gomez, the executive assistant, pushed the door open and walked up respectfully.
"Mr. Chester, Jack Shaw sent an invitation for you to attend his birthday banquet. Do you need me to arrange your schedule?"
Chester Yale paused his signing, slowly looked up, and glanced at the invitation on the table.
His demonic pupils narrowed, and his thin lips opened slightly, "No need, I'm not interested."
"Yes." Mr. Gomez quickly left.
In the office, only Chester Yale remained.
Time gradually passed, and when he finished his work, he realized it had already turned dark outside.
He raised his hand, looking at the luxury wristwatch on his wrist.
It was already 7:30.
His majestic body leaned slightly against the back of the chair, and he reached out to press the space between his eyebrows.
