For a moment, the entire F Country was teeming with undercurrents, with various forces continuously pouring in.
On the other side of the ocean, the horizon and the coastline glistened in harmony, and the sky was a clear blue.
In the study of the villa, a man was sitting upright, with an elegant demeanor. The sunlight refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows softened his features, giving him a gentle and refined air, like smoke scattered by the sparse rain.
At that moment, there came a "knock, knock" on the door, followed by the man's low, pleasant voice.
"Come in."
The door to the study was pushed open, and a man dressed in a well-tailored suit, with a respectful demeanor like that of an assistant, walked in.
The assistant placed the document he was holding on the desk and then stepped aside. The man casually picked one up but never lifted his head.
"How are things domestically?"
