Jaylen didn't let him go though. It was true that he was intrigued by the woman that was staring at Isaac, but the ultimate reason why he came here was to talk to Isaac.

"Tell me, do you have any secret project to take care of here in Faymoor?" Jaylen asked. It was common knowledge that he was in competition with Isaac.

He never thought he would ever be inferior to Isaac.

But in the six months that Camila had been gone, Isaac had become more ruthless and was more unscrupulous in business. Half a year ago, he had made profit from his investment projects thanks to his control over the venture capital of the Mercury Corp, sensitivity to the market, and stable and accurate strategy.

Isaac had made some really big and decisive moves since then. He had bought a company in Clouland, as well as an international airline. Apparently, Isaac also managed to get into a cooperation with rich people in Dail.

Jaylen had followed him all the way out here to find out the truth.

Isaac however, never took Jaylen seriously, or saw him as someone worth competing with.

“These are all the relevant documents," said the man Isaac was talking to, handing him a file before he stepped out of the door.

“What's that about?" Jaylen stared hard at the file, wishing he could see through it.

“What's wrong with you? Why are you always following us?" Alick stood in front of Jaylen and shook his head. Then he turned back to Isaac.

“The car is ready."

Isaac handed him the file with a curt nod. "Ask someone to take care of this."

“Yes, sir." Alick nodded.

In the hotel room, Alick put Isaac's medicine on the table, then hesitated a while before asking, "Are we going back tomorrow?"

Isaac stood in front of the French window, staring pensively into nothingness.

He unbuttoned his suit slowly, then suddenly said, "Get me the surveillance video of today's auction."

Alick was perplexed and questioned, “Why do you want to get the surveillance video of the auction?"

Isaac looked back at him, his eyes suggestive

He didn't need to say a word!

The air was pretty heavy with oppression.

As he lowered his head, Alick muttered, "I'm dealing with it now." Since Camila's passing, Isaac's demeanor had transformed from despondency to relentless toil, plagued by sleeplessness that only medication could alleviate.

He had once been cold and unfeeling in the past.

But now, his frigidity had reached new depths, his ruthlessness magnified.

His previous aloofness toward others left a chill that permeated every interaction, but it hadn't extended to his subordinates.

Even Willie, his former assistant, had resigned.