Late at night, the car was racing through the streets of New York.
The speedometer kept climbing, the car almost like a whirlwind carving two glaring red lines on the street...
Until finally accompanied by a screeching brake sound, the tires formed a layer of dark black on the ground, and the car finally came to a stop.
"Damn it!!"
Howard Geoffrey slammed his fist into the car glass, and immediately the glass shattered into pieces.
After a few moments of calm, he pulled out his phone with extreme composure and dialed a string of numbers. "Refuel the plane, I need to return to the Flowery Kingdom in an hour."
After receiving the call, Howard Geoffrey casually tossed the phone aside, then drove straight to a private airport.
At the same time, in Y City.
Rebecca Quentin had just stepped onto the fifty-sixth floor and was immediately surrounded by a few colleagues.
