When I woke up, it's already three in the afternoon. Fortunately, I didn't need to go to work. Hendrix was no longer in bed.
There were imprints of someone lying on the bed beside me. Obviously, he was the one who laid there.
A soft voice sounded from the living room, like they were having a meeting.
I got out of bed and walked outside.
"Push it. We're not giving in to Granger Group no matter what." He spoke in a low voice without much emotion, but his harshness and decisiveness were undoubtedly revealed.
If I hadn't seen him now, I would have forgotten that he was Hendrix Roberts, the genius who won numerous bloodbaths in business.
In the past four years, I had always heard the cold and ruthless rumors about him in Jarold City.
He peered up as he heard some movement
