Chapitre 105: Mr. Hale, you are here as a family member.

In the distance, the moon was obscured by flowing clouds, casting a faint halo.

There was a typhoon in the south, affecting the weather, and forecasts indicated that it would rain in Greenland soon. Zac Cruz was driving when he turned to look at the person in the back seat during a traffic jam.

William Hale leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed, resting his mind.

"Sir, it will probably take another forty minutes to get to the venue. I'm not sure if we will make it in time for your wife's competition," he said.

"Which order is she performing in?"

"There are 30 contestants, and they haven't drawn lots yet."

Kyle Lowe would notify him if there were any updates.

Recently, William Hale had condensed several days of work, slightly overloaded and emotionally off, making Zac Cruz tense every day.

He was afraid of upsetting his boss and losing the Mid-Autumn Festival bonus.

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