Chapter 1247 A Stream of Women Throwing Themselves at Him

• “What now, President?”
• James waved dismissively; he couldn’t be bothered to speak. The assistant couldn’t say anything else, so all he could do was leave the room.
• To James, his office on the twelfth floor symbolized power and status. However, he was currently sitting alone in his office as he stared at the spacious room and all that he had worked for with his blood, sweat, and tears; he felt lost.