On the 32nd floor, Skytel.

At the corner of the corridor, fifty bodyguards trotted out in two neat rows.

"Attention." At Andrew's command, they stopped in unison.

A female employee wearing glasses was startled by this scene and fell to the ground. Her glasses were askew, and the coffee in her hand spilled.

Opposite her, the president's exclusive elevator opened.

Edward stepped out of the elevator door with his slender legs and walked between the two lines of bodyguards under the gaze of the female employee.

The fat and bald manager who was having a mid-life crisis wiped his sweat in fear and tried to catch up with Edward.

Andrew...