A fine of 1.9 billion dollars weighed heavily on Gaoxin, and the atmosphere at home had grown oppressive. I had lost count of how many nights Juyan had spent wide awake.
Now, whenever I came home from work, regardless of how early or late it was, I never saw him. He was either working overtime at the company or staring at several computers in the study like a man possessed, sometimes not even hearing me knock on the door.
According to Modan's informants, Juyan hadn't been doing well at the company these days either. He had delegated his work to other C-suite executives and didn't even have time to attend the board meetings and morning executive briefings.
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