At nine in the morning, the Bert Group building.
Five Mercedes-Benz cars slowly pulled up to the entrance of the building.
Grace and Jonathan stepped out of the cars.
Surrounded by a group of black-clad bodyguards, everything remained as calm as usual.
Grace scanned her surroundings before slowly making her way into the building.
Jonathan lit a cigarette and followed her inside.
They arrived at the CEO's office on the ninety-ninth floor, where Jonathan reclined in a chair, casually picking up a classic Confucian text, "The Doctrine of the Mean," from the desk.
Reading seemed to be his only hobby these days.
It was hard to imagine that the terrifying Death Lord who had swept through the entire Western Pacific and made the entire American Empire tremble could now sit quietly in the o
