Frank's face was already as pale as a sheet, any remaining color completely drained away with his words.
"How could it be like this?"
Previously, he had clearly followed Zhuo Xiangnan to see those projects, hadn't they already been constructed?
And those funds... the money he invested...
The more he thought about it, the paler Frank's face became, his mind now somewhat muddled, he tightened his grip on the wall.
His fingers made some harsh sounds against the wall, pain emanated from them due to the force.
But right now, he didn't notice any of this, the pain instead brought a sort of sobering clarity.
"President!"
Joe looked at him, full of worry, and spoke, seeing his pale complexion made him even more concerned.
He finally understood, they had fallen into their trap.
But now... even with this understanding, they didn't have the strength to confront them.
They... they... were at a dead end this time...
