"Have you figured it out?"
Albert Wilson coldly asked Carbles, pressing her as she struggled desperately against him.
Carbles looked at him with a complex expression before replying in a deep voice:
"You'd better... brace yourself."
Albert Wilson's heart sank immediately. At that moment of distraction, the woman in his arms managed to break free from his grasp and ran toward the stage. The ambulance had already arrived. He glanced at her stumbling figure, clenched his teeth, and followed Carbles upstairs to the office.
The luxurious yet understated Shengshi CEO office.
Slap!
A loud slap echoed, and a figure in black staggered several steps before managing to steady themselves. It was clear that the person was furious, and the slap seemed to have used all their strength.
The person in black, however, only dared to hold their face and cower against the corner, not daring to make a sound, because the killing intent from the person in front of them was almost suffocating.
