"Mr. Lin?" The receptionist leaned forward, looking puzzled. "Did you say you were here to see President Su?"
Lin Mo could still feel the lingering heat of the Quantum Storage Unit against his fingertips. He blinked, finding himself standing in front of the elevators in the lobby of the Su Group, the Time Amber tucked away in his suit pocket. The glass curtain wall reflected his pale face and the three security cameras behind him, positioned at different angles—they were recording the anomaly of him existing at three coordinates simultaneously.
"I have a ten o'clock appointment with President Su," he heard himself reply mechanically, his right hand instinctively moving to his pocket. The uneven texture on the surface of the storage unit suddenly turned scorching, and a fragment of memory surged into his mind like an electric current—
Chapter 55