Chapter: 1335

“What? Surely you don't want to miss out on this chance, right?"

"I... I..." Davis didn't want to concede that Odin was correct, but he didn't want to let it go either.

Things had finally reached this point. If he gave up now, his efforts would be in vain.

He was forty years old and had been confined to a cramped office for a decade. He shared the office with the newcomers. He had witnessed the younger staff get promoted over the last decade.

In the event of a promotion, he eagerly awaited his name to be mentioned. His career did not advance, though.

Seeing some of his colleagues promoted was too much for Davis to handle. He was envious of everyone, no matter how old they were or how close they were to him.

Kent was the man he envied the most.

He acted as if he didn't care, but he was well aware that whenever they were together, everyone's attention would always be drawn to

Kent. He was jealous.

Five minutes later, the car's back door was pushed open from the inside. When Davis stepped out, a gust of cold wind blew and made him shiver, so he wrapped his overcoat tightly around him.

Poker-faced, the man in black returned the phone to him.

The screen was on with an ongoing call from a strange number. Above the number was a prompt box showing that it was from the food delivery guy.

He quickly took the phone and held it to his ear, saying, “Just put it down by the building gate."

“The gate? How about I take it upstairs? It's dark outside. Someone might take it." The delivery guy sounded concerned.

"It's fine. Just leave it there," Davis replied while walking.

Although the delivery guy was still hesitant, he eventually complied.

"If you say so. But if it gets Lost, don't complain about me. I'1L set it down at the gate."

"Alright." Davis hung up after settling things with the delivery guy.

As he walked, another cold breeze blew over and caused him to sneeze.

Ten minutes later, Davis walked out of the elevator on the twelfth floor with a bag of drinks in his hand.

At that moment, he happened to run into Kent, who had just come out of the meeting room with his vacuum cup.

"Don't you ever leave your vacuum cup, Kent? I bought some pick-me- ups." Davis raised the bag of drinks in his hand and lifted the frozen corners of his mouth.

"Come on. Let's go back inside and drink together."

Kent glanced at it, then shrugged.

"No, thanks. I don't like that stuff."