Chapter 841: Make Your CEO Get Out Here

Jimmy Yale strode inside. Martin Lowell hurried ahead to lead the way, while Russell Spears, legs gone weak, was half-dragged along between them. There weren't many people on the sixty-eighth floor. The space felt open and airy, dressed in luxury that didn't lose to Jimmy Yale's own Yanelle Group. They crossed a corridor and quickly ran into a woman clutching a folder. She wore a crisp office suit that hugged her curves. The moment she saw them, her face drained of color at the sight of Russell...