Chapter 1700 The Elevator
- Why are you disappointed, Jory? You're not a masochist, are you? Geez, that's right. Why am I thinking of that woman? Though, if someone offers me the chance to see her again, I probably won't say no.
- The letters symbolizing Barrymore Group glared fiercely under the sunlight. Jory locked his car and, with his hand, shielded his eyes from the sun hanging above his head. It was awfully hot that day. Jory entered the building and was greeted by the security guard on duty. The guard respectfully bowed at the man dressed in formal wear despite not knowing who Jory was.
- He found himself in the reception hall of Barrymore Group. The first thing he saw was the large, golden front desk. The sight of it dazzled him only because he had just escaped the sun's brightness. His eyes had not fully adjusted to the glare. This place made him feel like he had just entered the evil landlord's lair.