Ever since what happened last time, I seemed to have been granted some privilege in Towering High Group.

This time, as soon as I arrived at the front desk, the staff there greeted me respectfully, "Mrs. President."

Then she opened the door for me.

In fact, I felt unworthy of this address. But I accepted it.

I took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Patrick's assistant, Wilson, standing in the corner and making a phone call.

It seemed that he didn't hear me coming.

Although I was angry, I knew I was in the Towering High Group, where I couldn't barge...