Sir Ares, Goodnight

"The Bell family of Grand Asia, your revenues were down by 13.74 percent compared to last year. If this goes on, you can all go to hell." Angeline's words stabbed at those who did not meet the company's target.

Everyone present had their handkerchiefs out, wiping the beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Angeline stood on the podium, clad in a bright red suit. Her white, lace shirt was tucked into her slacks. Her suit rested lazily on her shoulders. Her arms were akimbo while her hair flowed freely in the air. Her tanned skin, dark eye shadow, and purple lipstick accented her dominance in the room.

Jay's face contorted when he saw the woman on screen.

To him, women were supposed to be weak and submissive. Their beauty was meant to be subtle and kept within them-just like Marilyn.

Angeline was a freak of nature, emanating an aura like that.

As Jay sank into deep thought, his phone rang. It was a text.

He looked at the screen, seeing that Marilyn had sent him a message. It was three words-'Come back fast.'

Jay gave her a call right away. When Marilyn picked up the phone, she was sobbing. "Tempest... Tempest can't hold on any longer."

Jay's voice was deep and sullen. "What happened?"

Ever since you left, he won't even drink a drop of water. It has been a week. The doctor said that he can't go on

immediately. His hand was trembling

nurse asked warmly, "What's wrong? Is someone in

a few years." Worry and anxiety streaked across

"Grand Asia Medical Center is the most advanced in the entire world. If you send him over

realized that he was currently in the renowned Grand Asia Hospital. However, he felt embarrassed about having stayed in that place

asked the nurse, "If a comatose patient is to receive treatment, how much would

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it were not for the fact that she had intentions toward him, how could she possibly

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the bowl of porridge and walked over to the

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