"My old man pulled some strings with the Prosecutor's Office—we're still waiting on news. Why don't you lay low in Australia for a while?" Manfred looked at August with visible concern.
Charles had completely distanced himself from Black Rock Co., but Derrick was relentless. As long as the espionage charges weren't dropped, August had no freedom. Even stepping outside was a risk.
Bertman was only a former Chamber president—his words carried weight, but not enough to change the tide. Manfred had done everything in his power to protect August, but they still weren't a match for Derrick.
"You think I can just fly out of here?" August's tone was calm, almost indifferent. "Derrick's probably locked down every airport by now."
Despite the chaos surrounding him, he remained composed. In fact, he wasn't the least bit worried about his own fate. The way Derrick was losing his mind trying to bring him down? That meant only one thing—Derrick was suffering.
