Ellman Frost took a labored breath, his trembling hand struggling to lift the coffee from the table for a gentle sip.
"Sir, it's pretty late, you should get some rest."
Jego Em, the Black bodyguard who doubled as a personal butler, expressed great concern.
"Cough, cough..."
Frost coughed for a while, waving off Em, who was stepping forward to assist him.
"You go ahead and rest, I'll sit a while longer."
"But..."
"Don't worry, I can live at least another five years."
"But the prerequisite the doctor gave for this, is that you should go to sleep by nine o'clock at the latest every day, and you can't work as hard as before."
Em didn't back down.
"Jego... you're always like this..."
Frost shook his head, no longer resisting Em's kindness. As he was about to get up and return to his bedroom for rest, a sudden, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind them.
"Mr. Frost, please wait."
