"Sir. The OpenSky Company is holding on, but it won't be much longer." A female secretary reported with a serious expression.
"Heh." The middle-aged man scoffed. "What about Jeremy Skylark? Is there any movement from the Sky Group?"
"Not yet, sir."
"He is always late in doing things. That's why he can't become richer. Well, that doesn't matter. By the time he makes his move, it will be too late.
"There is no point in clinging to a rope that is about to snap. Well…" The middle-aged man waved his hand, dismissing her.
The secretary bowed first and left the room.
"…I'm going to thoroughly enjoy the prize." The middle-aged man smirked. "That cheeky brat. Once I get my hands on you, I will definitely correct you with everything I have."
He licked his lips as if he were imagining something vulgar.
…
Absalom.
Hana crossed her arms. "They are going to get a massive injection. The time to make their move is coming closer and closer."
