In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the hotel door.

The bodyguard opened the door and let her come in.

"Is he sleeping?" Penelope asked nervously.

"Not yet."

Penelope walked in and saw him sitting at the bar. In front of him were whisky and documents.

He looked at her, and the depth and gravity of his eyes immediately brought her into his mood.

He was very depressed.

"I'll confess," Penelope bit her lip and walked to him.

Warren put down the glass, pointed to the file on the desktop, and said, "I haven't read it yet."

"What is this?" She felt a numbness in her scalp.

"A...