Chapter 254 A Fine Day

• In the president's office of Xerxes Group, Zenon stood upright by the full-length window, his slender fingers clasping a glass of red wine, gently swirling its contents. His exquisite, piercing eyes were half-shut as he peered down at the bustling crowd below, observing them with a detached air as if they were mere ants.
• "Zen, Braun just called and said the situation with Interpol has been resolved," Dalton reported, knocking on the door before entering.
• "Mm," Zenon grunted in response. He then pulled out his phone, sent a message, and elegantly sipped his wine, a faint smile playing on his lips.