It was hard to tell whether Kieran Janus was anxious or his driver drove fast; but in thirty minutes, a black Bentley pulled up outside the Janus Family villa.
Kieran Janus, in his fifties, wore a dark gray long trench coat, his leather shoes stomping on the ground as he rushed into the living room without even having time to change them.
Sylvan Cheney was on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.
Upon hearing the winds and footsteps, he opened his eyes and met Kieran Janus's sharp gaze.
Having been in the business world for many years, Kieran Janus possessed a sense of authority without anger, his weathered face showing weariness and trouble.
He walked over the thick Persian carpet and stood in front of Sylvan Cheney!
His hand held a thick stack of documents.
With a "bang," he threw all the documents onto the coffee table in front of Sylvan Cheney!
The documents hit the tea cup, sending it rolling several times before shattering on the ground.
