Sunshine Village, Anton Miller casually lay on the bed Jonah Woods prepared for him, turning his gaze to the moon outside the window, the cool night breeze blowing in, he felt so comfortable.
This was a feeling he hadn’t had in a long ti.
His whole heart was at peace.
Until a phone call ca in, the caller asked in confusion, "Boss, what are you doing in that rundown village?"
"There’s sothing," Anton Miller said, "Tell Ken to quickly return to the team for training. Let him play the world tour match, you be the coach, I won’t worry about it anymore."
"Hey, are you out of your mind?" the caller was shocked, "You’re not worrying anymore? Haven’t you always hoped to win this match? Haven’t you poured a lot of effort into it?"
"But now I have more important things to do." After saying that, he directly hung up the phone and recklessly turned off the phone.
His team mbers were extrely puzzled but knew his temperant well.
He said he won’t worry, and he definitely won’t worry.
He wouldn’t be leaving this village anyti soon.
That night, Justin Kingston also went to bed very late.
He ticulously reviewed all the design drafts and divided the works into three levels based on his vision.
In fact, the excellent drafts he reviewed were not much different from those reviewed by Monica Usher.
Their vision and scale were quite similar.
After finishing reviewing the design drafts, it was already two in the morning. Justin Kingston had also organized all his mother’s dical records, a thick pile, from the accident to now, every change in condition, every docunt, he had them all ready, just waiting for Mia Lane to co back to give them to her.
But when will this woman co back?
Did she beco the boss just by signing the agreent?
The marriage isn’t even over, and she’s not planning to co ho?
Not only did he suffer from insomnia, but he also vaguely dread of Mia Lane...
Early the next morning.
After breakfast, the two little ones took their backpacks and ca to the yard. Just as they were about to get in the car, they found that Dad’s Lamborghini was actually there.
"Dad hasn’t gotten up yet?" Gigi was surprised, "What ti is it?"
"Dad probably stayed up all night thinking about Mommy?" Dolly guessed.
Gigi shrugged, shook his head, "Get in the car, the world of adults is really hard to understand, but I’ll soon be able to bring them together."
"Young Master Gigi!"
Just as they got into the car, Butler Shelby hurried over, "Young Master Gigi! This is what Mr. Kingston asked to give you, almost forgot."
"A tablet?" The little one reached out to receive it.
"Yes." the butler said, "It was sent over last night, but you were asleep, so I thought I’d give it to you this morning."
"Thank Dad for , and thank you, Butler Shelby."
Gigi was very happy, he had originally planned to buy a tablet today to implent his plan, but now it seed unnecessary!
After waking up, Justin Kingston completed his intravenous injection, then went to the company.
He wasn’t in a very good mood, recently a few projects were being followed up on, and he had put quite a lot of effort into them.
In the hours Mia Lane was not at Erald Cove, he felt like he had lost his spirit.
Monica Usher had arrived at the company early, today wearing a new outfit, she walked into the office of the CEO, "Special Assistant Morgan, is CEO Kingston not coming today?"
"I haven’t heard anything."
She glanced at the ti on her wrist, "Could you please make a call to find out?"
All designers and company executives had a eting today, which Justin Kingston would attend, and there were only ten minutes left until the eting started.
Finn Morgan picked up the desk phone and dialed Justin Kingston’s number, and soon his voice ca, "What’s up?"
"CEO, you haven’t forgotten the eight-thirty eting, have you?" Finn Morgan asked, "Where are you?"
"On the way to the company, almost there."
"Alright."
The call ended, and Finn Morgan relayed the information truthfully.
"Okay, I got it." She turned and went to the eting room.
Last night, Justin Kingston should have categorized the works, so today he would focus on discussing the design principles of those A-class works.
Soon, the Lamborghini ca to a steady stop in front of Kingston Group’s main tower.
Yet Justin Kingston didn’t have any intention of getting out of the car; the driver glanced back to remind him, "Mr. Kingston, we’ve arrived."
"Go to Sunshine Village." He lightly parted his lips, then leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes.
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