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.