At the top floor of the Ocean Group headquarters, Vicky gazed out at the pitch-black night. Her emotions were complex. Although she knew that Irving was incredibly strong, she couldn't shake the feeling that his upcoming actions wouldn't go smoothly. Vicky wanted to help Irving, but she felt that her own abilities were too insignificant.
On one hand, Vicky wanted to manage the Ocean Group; on the other hand, she yearned to venture alongside Irving. This conflicting desire left her in a state of deep distress. After letting out a sigh, Vicky returned to her desk. Even though it was already late at night, she still had numerous matters to attend to.
Just after finishing a document, her phone rang.
"President, do you remember that I have an artifact that can predict the future?" Benjamin's voice came through the phone.
