"Yes. You definitely can't handle it by yourself. So I'll be fixing it. What? Is something wrong?"
Suddenly assaulted by many questions, Sylvia's impassive face reddened, and she hurriedly shook her head.
"Of course not! Fine. Bring it tomorrow morning."
Turning around, she stormed out of his room and returned to the inner court dormitory.
Seraph finally had some time alone, plopping onto the bed with a smile.
"Phew. Now I don't have to worry about the house falling on my head."
He remained still for a few seconds, then closed his eyes. His life on Earth flashed in his mind slowly, as if replaying an old movie for him.
"Oh, Stephen. You came earlier today. What's wrong?"
His boss had asked him, noticing that he wasn't dressed in his usual office attire.
"I want to resign."
The words hit the man like a truck, and his expression changed rapidly.
"What? Seriously? What nonsense are you spouting! I was just about to promote you to being my secretary today!"
