At 5:30, Camila Walker picked up her coat and bag and left the Company Building.
According to the scheduled time, she arrived at a private room inside Duke Station Throne, but the client she was meant to meet seemed not to have arrived yet.
Sitting inside the private room, she waited a little while, watching as every minute and every second passed, five minutes had gone by since the agreed meeting time, yet the client had still not shown up.
She stood up and decided to make a trip to the restroom.
"Chairman Harrison, so you are really here."
Meanwhile, in the private room next door, Lewis Harrison sat on a genuine leather sofa, the dim light inside highlighting his handsome contour as he appeared lost in thought.
Looking at the man who entered the private room, he lifted his eyes slightly, glancing at the middle-aged man who'd come in.
Who was this man? In Lewis Harrison's memory, he didn't recall ever seeing this middle-aged man before.
Yet, the man seemed to recognize him.
