In a luxuriously decorated villa somewhere in New York, United States.
Celeste held a goblet, the liquid inside emitting a strong fishy smell.
This scent, unbearable to ordinary people, seemed to Celeste the most delicious brew.
She stuck out her tongue and let the whole cup of odor go down her throat.
The door was pushed open, Aisha walked in with a cold face, staring at Celeste, "Why did you stop the daily operations of several research institutes under my name without permission?"
Celeste frowned unhappily, "I'm your mother. The research institutes under your name were originally given to you by me. If I want to cease operations, I can do so without your permission."
"In that case, return all the materials and experimental results you took from the research institute to me," Aisha's golden hair shook uncontrollably with anger.
