As the elevator ascended, an unhealthy flush crept over his face, and his breathing became hurried. His assistant glanced at him several times only to meet the man's authoritative gaze.
Helpless, the assistant could only grit his teeth and stand still.
Finally, when the elevator reached the floor where Moses lived, they led him back to his room and settled him on the sofa. The assistant gestured for the bodyguards to leave and then hastily pulled out a bottle of medicine and hurriedly handed over a glass of water.
"Sir, please take your medicine quickly!"
After bringing the pills to his mouth, Moses snatched the glass and gulped down a few mouthfuls, then took a deep breath.
The assistant turned around and pulled out his phone.
"I'll call Dr. William right away..."
"Shut up!" Moses coldly stopped him and slammed the water glass on the coffee table. "Arrange a press conference."
The assistant lowered his phone and looked at him with furrowed brows. "But, Dr. William said..."