It was already 11pm at night, but Jacob was still awake in his office. Sitting on the chair while his right hand wrote something, although his eyes showed a tired expression.

For several moments, he also pinches the bridge of his nose or clears his throat and mumbles something in that deep, hoarse voice.

The more time passed, he let out a frustrated groan and pounded the table with his fists. His eyes looked more tired and sleepy, but his gaze remained sharp.