Old York, James Group Headquarters.
President's Office.
In the morning, a layer of fog appeared outside the window, hazy and dispersed.
After finishing the meeting, Sylvan Cheney remembered he hadn't had breakfast yet, and just as he was about to go to the restaurant, his head started to ache uncomfortably.
Probably due to not resting well at night, the pain today was more intense than ever before.
His chest also felt uncomfortable, his heart racing, as if it was about to leap out of his throat.
He sat back in his seat, refrained from walking around, his expression deep, pressing his head with his fist, gasping for air.
A layer of cold sweat appeared behind him.
First, his head hurt intensely, then flashes of uncontrollable chaotic fragments appeared like when he first arrived in Cakago and met Jasmine Yale, who fainted under the scorching sun while heavily pregnant; later was when she secretly called in the office and was discovered by him, and he reprimanded her.
