Stellan Sutton didn't sleep well all night, and early the next morning, Eve Sherman was already waiting in the front yard with the car.
"President Sutton, it will rain soon. We'd better set off early."
While placing the Keystone paperwork next to Stellan Sutton's seat, Eve Sherman cheerfully greeted him.
Stellan Sutton silently observed her, noticing her vibrant spirit and bright eyes, as if nothing had happened.
"What's wrong?"
Eve Sherman sensed that Stellan Sutton's expression was somewhat strange, and his complexion wasn't good, likely from last night's hangover, with dark circles under his eyes.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Stellan Sutton withdrew his gaze and shook his head, "Let me have breakfast."
"Okay."
Eve Sherman looked at him worriedly, thought for a moment, and then retrieved hangover pills from her bag, "Would you like to take another pill? It might make you feel better."
"Thank you."
