"I truly am a merciful person!"
Lynch flipped through the materials in his hands, feeling a genuine sense of relief at his merciful heart.
In this era, good men like him are rare; most people are lost in the endless pursuit of money, power, fame, and beauty. There are very few who can find their true selves and reach such a level of thought.
He glanced up at Asir, who quickly lowered his head, "You are indeed a merciful gentleman, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch was very pleased with the recognition from others. Sometimes, even when you know someone is flattering your looks, you still enjoy hearing it; Lynch was the same.
The materials in his hands came from the clients of the factory where Nell had once worked. It took less than fifty thousand for Lynch to get these orders from them.
