Chair Wells glanced at the time; it was already late at night. "There's no rush for this moment. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'll bring you the documents tomorrow morning, and if you want to meet with her, you can do it yourself."

Penelope had always been composed, and Chair Wells felt that even if he urged him, he wouldn't rush to meet the person now. Besides, it was already late at night, and she should be sleeping.

Penelope clenched and unclenched his fists, maintaining a calm tone. "Since I'm done with my tasks, I might as well go see her now."

Chair Wells reminded him in a stern voice,...