The capital's wind is a little chilly. After eating a few mouthfuls of dessert, Ivelle Astley can't eat anymore.

It was a pity to see that there was still a lot left. After a moment of hesitation, she got up and was ready to throw it into the dustbin.

"Boss Aaron, the hotel you arranged has been booked." Someone spoke not far away.

She threw her dessert into the dustbin and looked sideways.

A man in a black suit handed his file bag to a black Bentley by the side of the road.

It seems to be out to hand over the work; looking at the world is not early....