A week back?
Eva paused for a moment, afraid of being caught daydreaming, she quickly answered, "Mm," and then turned upstairs.
Shower, sleep.
…
Lucas Knight was not at the Presidential Mansion, but at the Emperor Grand Group, on the 188th floor of the CEO's office.
Late at night, the dazzling lights of Sovereign Capital were all within his view.
His eyes, dark as ink, were filled with coldness.
He is a person difficult to understand.
His emotions do not show on his face.
A top-quality rotating luxury chair was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he sat casually, holding an envelope in his slender hand.
Suddenly, the door was knocked: "Knock, knock."
Lucas Knight's tone bore a hint of displeasure: "Enter."
Upon his approval, Harry North walked in: "Boss, I have brought Young Madam back to Lanwan Residence to sleep."
Following him, Dr. Meng walked in, and Harry North said no more, calmly exited, waiting outside the door.
