"Swish—"
The sports car came to a steady stop in front of an office building.
The car window rolled down, revealing Chad Yakov's young and handsome face.
He reached out to take off his sunglasses, casually tossed them onto the seat, pushed open the car door, and stepped out of the sports car.
Standing amidst the bustling street, he looked up at the industry that truly belonged to him…
This is where Chad Yakov reigns.
With a wicked smile playing at his lips, he sauntered inside.
"Hello Mr. Chad."
"Hello Mr. Chad."
"Hello Mr. Chad—"
A chorus of greetings rang in his ears as Chad Yakov stepped into the relatively small reception hall.
Before long, a young man walked over to him, reaching out to sling his arm around Chad's shoulder.
"Why is our Mr. Chad in such a good mood today, coming over to inspect the work?" Jeremy Rivers uttered casually, while discreetly tightening his grip around Chad's arm.
