The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the car windshield, and Joe Heath squinted his eyes.
He bowed his head to unlock his smartphone, the stock market was undergoing yet another wave of turbulence.
Cheney Group was the weathervane of the financial world, and when Cheney Group's shares fell, it was akin to an earthquake in the financial realm.
Joe Heath didn't know what he was feeling, but an odd emotion glided through him.
He knew Sylvan Cheney's character better than anyone; ever since Sylvan had taken over the Cheney Family business, not a day had gone by without the Cheney Group thriving, rising day by day, year after year, gloriously.
But now, it wasn't just the Cheney Family business that was melancholy, even the Cheney Residence looked desolate.
What on earth had happened?
How could Sylvan let things develop to this point?
It was impossible.
Unless he himself didn't want to manage the Cheney Family business anymore.
