"You sleep so much, should I blame your poor stamina or praise you for fully satisfying my male ego?" he joked with her in a good mood, his voice tender like water over the phone, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife, scouring through all the documents, marking important places with a red pen.
It looked as glaring as the cinnabar used by emperors in ancient times when sentencing someone to death.
These years, Brian Yates has been managing the company. It would have been fine if he had handled it well, but he foolishly plunged into the financial market, collaborating with some investment firms. It's like deliberately entering a gate to Inferno.
Tomorrow, tomorrow marks the start of a day of slaughter. Every stock, every futures he holds, is like a ticket to Inferno for him and the Yates Family.
Just one day, all it takes is one day to bring him down, not even two.
Joshua Hughes smiled and casually chatted with Avery Jane while closing the documents.
