Zed Smith was in his office.
This was the longest place he stayed in a day. Except for sleeping, he spent most of his life on this desk.
With his brain, he created a fortune with his hands to support himself and tens of millions of employees.
In the past, Zed Smith had never felt tired. At that time, besides his grandfather, the most important thing for him was to work. But now, it was different. Freda was like a light streaking through his night, lighting up all his hiding places.
Seeing the message from Freda and knowing that it was coming, he began to look forward to it.
Secretary White received a call from the front desk. She frowned and knocked on Zed Smith's office.
"Mr. Smith, Master King is here."