Nicholas got out of the car. After five years, his temperament became more steady and cold.

　　The clothes were ironed smoothly without any wrinkles. Her hair was combed back, revealing her carved features, and her eyes were sharp enough to see through everything.

　　Even if he just stood there, he could make people feel heavy pressure.

　　"Good morning, Mr. Ron." the two rows of employees who were waiting at the door said in unison.

　　Nicholas nodded, put his hand into his pocket and walked straight to the elevator.

　　As soon as he left, the pressure naturally disappeared. The employees scattered back to their positions in 3322. Some anthomaniac employees could...