That evening, Jackson left the conference room. Then, he got into his Rolls-Royce Phantom, sat in the back and closed his eyes as he took a rest.
The chauffeur was driving quietly and the car was stable even at turns. The neon street lights became more colorful as the night got late. A dappled light shined on Jackson's bony fingers in the back seat of the car.
Jackson rested with his eyes closed and fell asleep unconsciously.
He dreamed of that scene in the past again.
The summer in Baile was incomparably hot and muggy, unlike in Imperial District, which was Jackson's hometown. So naturally, he disliked such hot and dry weather in Baile.
When he was young, he did not own any luxury cars. He had only gotten them after taking over the company. Instead, he had a heavy-duty car that was slightly unruly and cool.
