Siesta Garden Hotel.
Outside the window, stars and moon were heavy, with a solitary and lonely moon hanging in the sky, its moonlight quietly spilling onto the curtains.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the window, a lit cigarette clamped between his fingers.
Dim light enveloped his face, casting a shallow shadow on the side of his face. His long eyelashes drooped, the light in his eyes flickering, obscure and unclear.
He stood by the window for a long time, the redness on one side of his cheek had faded, but Jasmine Yale had certainly slapped him with force.
When one cigarette burned out, Sylvan Cheney fished out his lighter and lit another one.
Smoke swirled, white smoke enveloping the entire window side.
Due to the temperature difference, a hazy mist formed on the window, and looking from the inside out, the vision became gradually blurry.
"President." Sylvan Cheney's subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, "Are you still going to the swimming pool?"
