In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
The person who was once healthy and strong is now lying in a sickbed.
And in this luxurious room, there's only him, and it's left with nothing but coldness.
Chester Yale gathered his gaze, walked over, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and poured it into a glass.
Carrying the wine glass, he walked onto the balcony and looked at the clear moonlight in the sky. In front of him, it seemed like he could see Evelyn Sherman's charming smile on her face.
His angular face gradually softened in expression…
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Office Room.
Evelyn Sherman is struggling to lift her head from the office desk of the publicity department, reaching for her neck and stretching her waist vigorously.
She's exhausted.
All these documents have made her head spin, but she finally finished reading them.
Evelyn took a deep breath and picked up her cell phone to check the time. It was almost ten o'clock.
