Chairman Wells found it somewhat unbelievable as he glanced at Penelope. It was nearing ten in the morning, and Penelope's appearance suggested he had just woken up.

Alex had mentioned to him that Penelope's sleep quality had been poor for the past two years, accustomed to staying up late and rising early, never later than seven in the morning.

This habit had persisted for two years now.

No matter how Chairman Wells looked at him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "What, did the butler call you before you even got out of bed?"

Penelope's complexion appeared somewhat unnatural. "I was a bit tired from rushing back...