He came to me on his own, perfect.
Meanwhile, inside the ST Group office.
Lyndon Jordan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the flow of cars and the tiny, ant-like crowds beneath him.
Behind him, a middle-aged man sat on the sofa, studying his back before saying, "The Lee Corporation is deeply rooted, and Derek Lee is far from a simple figure. Shaking his company won't be easy."
Lyndon didn't turn around. His voice held a hint of amusement. "Mr. Porter, are you scared?"
"I'm merely stating facts. Unless you have a way to deal with him?"
"No matter how big a company is, once internal problems surface, collapse can happen overnight."
Lyndon turned around, expression gentle, looking every bit the polished gentleman. "Men die for wealth, birds for food. Offer enough benefits, and there will always be one or two willing to take the risk. Don't you think so, Mr. Porter?"
Mr. Porter froze, staring at Lyndon. "You mean…"
Lyndon only smiled, offering no explanation.
