Sylvan Cheney lifted his head, his soft gaze falling on the rearview mirror, clearly reflecting the figures of pedestrians.
At this moment, the entire financial district was bathed in a warm hue of golden yellow.
"Mind your own business." Sylvan Cheney indifferently closed the document in his hand.
Elder Axel was taken aback. Throughout the ride, CEO Cheney hadn't uttered a word, so he was startled by this sudden remark.
"CEO Cheney, we've arrived at the company." The driver steered the car into the group's parking lot.
"Mm, take all the documents in the car up to my office."
With that said, Sylvan Cheney got out of the car and strode toward the elevator.
His face bore the signs of recent weariness, but whenever work was discussed, his eyes shone with a spirited light.
Sylvan Cheney returned to his office, the setting sun's rays spilling onto the marble floor, casting brilliant reflections.
His tall and handsome silhouette was elongated by the light.
