From the gate to the Donovan Group office building, it was exactly nine hundred and fifty meters.
Not a millimeter less.
Having lived for thousands of years, Julius Reed had long become a human measuring instrument.
Nine hundred and fifty meters!
The respect of ninety-five!
However, Nelson paid no attention to these details, her mind was filled with thoughts of Dawson Carmichael.
Julius Reed put on Elaenor Wood's mask and followed behind Nelson.
Being himself was too conspicuous and he knew too many people, it was risky being recognized.
Wearing Elaenor Wood's mask, he could freely misbehave, and let someone else take the blame.
"Sister!"
As they entered the Donovan Tower, they hadn't even reached the elevator doors yet.
A man in a suit hurriedly approached them.
"Are you..." Nelson looked at the man warily, her eyes sizing him up.
She had no recollection of him.
Or rather, did not recognize him.
"Wrong person, perhaps?"
After saying that,
