The area around the airport was already spacious, and the vehicle sped along the road with great speed.
Due to the early morning, a layer of white fog adhered to the car windows.
"Where is Elder Axel?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
"Elder Axel had so family issues, took a few days off, and won’t be back until next month. For now, I’ll be driving you, President!"
"Head back to my apartnt first."
"Alright, sure."
The sunrise had broken out, its brilliant rays piercing through the clouds to illuminate the earth.
The dead grass and branches along the roadside were covered in glistening frost flowers, creating a layer of white from afar.
"President, there’s a financial monthly report and a performance table from the sales departnt in the car. Would you like to take a look? I threw them in the car when I was reviewing this morning."
"Hand them over for to see."
"Okay." Kade Yuvan handed the folder to Sylvan Cheney.
Seated in the back, Sylvan Cheney took it and casually flipped through.
"Overall, this month is still fine. Fall is typically a slow season for the financial market, and although our growth rate isn’t high, it remains on a steady upward trajectory." Kade Yuvan patiently explained, "In this aspect, we’ve surpassed many new companies, and the funds we’ve applied for from headquarters are about to co through."
"Mm." Sylvan Cheney finished browsing, tossing it aside with little interest.
"By the way, President, have you had breakfast? If not, I can take you to a morning tea place first."
"Had so on the plane."
"Oh, I see." Kade Yuvan felt a bit awkward; when the two of them were in the car without a mutual topic, the air could quickly beco uncomfortable.
Not to ntion, Sylvan Cheney was quite silent, and most of the ti it was him initiating conversation.
And the topics he brought up, Sylvan Cheney usually had little interest in.
On this business trip, Kade Yuvan noticeably found Sylvan Cheney much thinner, perhaps from being too overworked.
Through the mirror, he saw Sylvan Cheney rub his temple, looking unrested and fatigued, leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed.
"President, would you like to rest for a while? I’ll call you when we arrive at the complex."
"Focus on driving, enough with the chatter."
Kade Yuvan: "..."
The car continued moving forward.
Several tis, Sylvan Cheney lowered his head to pick up his phone as if to make a call.
But when seeing it was still early, he restrained the urge to make a call.
The vehicle rged onto the highway; cars gradually increased, coinciding with the morning rush hour, making the road appear quite congested.
Sylvan Cheney rested with closed eyes; Kade Yuvan dared not to disturb, driving silently.
The sun broke through the clouds, rising into the sky, casting grand rays, staining the white clouds a light golden hue.
Everywhere was the desolate winter landscape, with no noteworthy scenery nor any distinct colors, rely abrupt sights stretching as far as the eye could see.
An over-hour journey, extended to a solid two-hour drive due to traffic.
Upon arriving at the complex, Kade Yuvan parked the car and voluntarily helped Sylvan Cheney with the luggage.
Sylvan Cheney walked ahead; he followed behind.
The sunlight stretched Sylvan Cheney’s shadow long, the black coat perfectly adhered to his fra, making his slender tall figure appear even more appealing.
Sylvan Cheney’s steps were steady, his black leather shoes struck the ground, embodying composure and understated elegance.
At the apartnt entrance, Sylvan Cheney opened the door but had no intention of inviting Kade Yuvan in, stood at the doorway, changed his shoes, and casually said, "Leave the luggage here, you can head back."
Kade Yuvan was montarily stunned, feeling sowhat taken advantage of.
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