December.
Although many parts of the Northern Hemisphere had stepped into winter, the region where the Morgan Group was located—a land interwoven with tropical and subtropical climates—still radiated residual warmth.
As the night fell, neon lights dimmed, the coconut and palm trees swayed gently in the breeze along the streets. Their shadows, elongated under the dim street lamps, stretched across the pavement and occasionally reached the walls of the buildings.
Morgan Group Asia-Pacific Branch, General Manager's office.
Yu Qin, wearing a black dress, with a melon-seed face, delicate eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a gaze emanating an icy aloofness, clicked her high heels as she pushed open the office door, "Lucas, how is the public opinion fermenting now?"
Inside the office.
Lucas, with his neatly slicked back hair and a dark suit, held a phone and directed his subordinate, Hacker: "Do not let the public opinion lean entirely towards our side!"