Late at night, a few stars sparsely dotted the sky.
The sea breeze, with a faint salty and fishy smell, stirred the curtains in Lucas's office.
Had this been a legitimate company, Lucas's intense workload would have surely made him a model worker.
From morning to evening, his work for the day wasn't complete until after Squirrel had left.
Huh—
Lucas let out a breath. His face, gloomy over the past few days, now bore a rare smile.
His secretary, Moli, poured him a glass of red wine. In the slightly tipsy atmosphere, he gently swirled his glass and sighed, "This is one of the few pieces of good news in half a year."
Ever since he had become Lin Chuan's enemy, he had faced repeated setbacks.
Repeated failures would make even the most confident person start to doubt themselves.
That was the case for Lucas, as he deeply doubted whether he still had the ability to control the Morgan Group's Asia-Pacific Branch.