With a few doubts, Nora took the elevator and arrived at the door of the president's office.

When Asher's cold and solemn face came to mind, Nora's heart trembled for no reason.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Come in." Asher's low voice came out.

Nora pushed the door in.

Asher was sitting at his desk, holding a file in his slender hands, with all the elegance and nobility in his movements, and his powerful aura gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression as if he was born to be the king standing at the top of the pyramid.

"Asher, what can...