This is also within your calculations

The clock in the room was ticking, and Jonas casually pulled a coat and put it on himself.

There was something wrong with the office's temperature control system, which caused the indoor temperature to plummet.

After working on documents related to the Alt neighborhood all night, it wasn't until the early morning wind blew into the office, bringing a bit of coolness that Jonas finally realized what he was doing.

He rubbed his temples, as if to relieve the fatigue caused by staying up late.

Just as Jonas thought, the old guys on the board of directors of the Weiting Consortium really have bad intentions.

They talked about making amends for the Alt Block, but the compensation was all huge orders that the current Alt Block couldn't bear.

Otherwise, those old guys are as shrewd as foxes... This level of shamelessness puts even Jonas to shame.

But since the other party has already put the benefits on his lips, there is no way to say that he will give them away.

His fingers tapped on the table, and he had already begun to have the idea of ​​swallowing this resource.

With a wave of his hand, all the information about Alt Block disappeared before his eyes.

Jonas held his head and finally felt sleepiness coming over him.

Listening to the chirping of birds coming from the window, the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into the office.

After working hard all night, Jonas finally couldn't bear it any longer. He narrowed his eyes, yawned, and lay down on the table to take a nap.

The breeze blew by, and the coat on his body fell to the ground.

He shrank as if he didn't notice it, and his black shirt looked a little thin.

The clock is ticking.

The elevator door in front of the office started to move.

Finally, when reaching the floor of Jonas's office, the elevator stopped.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Eiffel's figure walked out of the elevator. Before she got out of the elevator, she opened her mouth to report:

"Mr. Jonas, regarding the new financial report of Alt Block..."

Eiffel paused suddenly as he finished speaking. Looking at Jonas who was sleeping soundly, Eiffel couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

It took her a while to react, and she subconsciously softened her movements.

Jonas rarely showed this attitude in front of her. Mr. Scumbag usually only showed his true feelings when he felt happy.

This was the first time Eiffel saw Jonas' undefended posture, and an inexplicable feeling arose in the girl's heart.

At a certain moment, she actually had the idea of ​​grabbing Jonas's cheek.

Eiffel shook his head and shook off the thought just now.

She just took two steps, but she stopped as if she noticed something.

Eiffel looked at the window behind Jonas. The leaves of the hanging basket were slightly swayed by the morning wind.

The girl felt a hint of coolness in the air and frowned.

——Is the temperature control system broken?

She turned to look at Jonas again. The man was only wearing a shirt and his body looked a little thin.

After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward and put the coat that had fallen on the ground on him again.

After doing all this, the girl walked to the window sill and closed the window.

——If you catch a cold, no one will take the lead in the subsequent restoration work in the Alt neighborhood.

Eiffel found a reason to care about Jonas in his heart and convinced himself.

She took a deep breath and put the information she originally planned to report to the other party on the table.

Looking at Jonas sleeping soundly, Eiffel said softly:

"I wish you sweet dreams...Mr. Scumbag."

Unfortunately, no one responded to her.

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Jonas woke up with the debuff added to his back pain.

Outside the window, night is getting darker.

Jonas was a little annoyed that his self-control was too poor, so he held his neck and turned his head.

The soreness all over his body made Jonas wonder if the succubus had secretly sucked his essence while he was sleeping. He had obviously replenished his sleep well, but now he felt like he had been fighting with seven girls. Just one night is average.

He sat up straight, and there was a document in front of him. It was a financial report on the Alt Block.

Only then did Jonas remember that this was the information he had asked Eiffel to collect for him.

He looked around and found no sign of Eiffel.

Presumably, you left after handing in the information?

Jonas noticed that the temperature had warmed up a lot. The temperature control system must have been restored. He turned his head and accidentally glanced at the window sill where the spider plant was hanging.

The window was closed at some point.

Jonas was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly guessed the cause and effect, and couldn't help but laugh.

As expected of Miss [Butler].

He returned his attention to the information in front of him. It was a thick pile of information and it would probably take him another night to sort it out.

Thinking of this, Jonas couldn't help but sigh.

——I always feel that being a capitalist is more tiring than working as a worker.

Forget it, let's get to work.

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Sturt District.

The red-haired strong man listened to the new [Night Raid Group/Lu. ⑨ 4 ⑨ 3 \ 6 ① 3 ⑤] news on TV, his face looked a little ugly.

Things in the Alt neighborhood have been completely resolved, but for him, something has just begun.

Since the last time he met Jonas, Ian Stella has been living in fear all day long.

On the one hand, he was worried that the Tianming Organization would notice the fact that he had become a second-rate boy, and on the other hand, he was worried that the Wei Ting Consortium would be doing something wrong.

None of these large consortiums are trustworthy, and Ian knows this very well.

But he has no other choice... Ian is a person who is afraid of death, and he knows very well what kind of situation he will be in if he refuses the other party's request.

Rather than die directly, it's better to live a miserable existence.

——Didi.

The notification sound of the email made Ian Stella instantly energetic.

He looked at a new email he had received in his personal mailbox, and couldn't help but secretly clenched his fists, and then loosened them weakly.

Ian Stella was a little excited, but also a little nervous and afraid.

This is an email from the Tianming Organization, and the content of the email is very simple, with only four words.

——The action begins.

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