Wade Gray turned to look at the several cold-faced "Domineering CEOs" behind him, pointing at them and directly calling them "cold-blooded," yet still eagerly followed Joel Russo.
"Hey boss, how's that guy Jackson Russo? Why haven't we heard about him lately? Has he started focusing on self-care, or have you already beaten him to a pulp?"
The "Domineering CEOs" behind all looked speechlessly cold.
This man who destroys common sense, changes faces faster than women.
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In the chairman's office of Russo Financial Corporation, Yuda Russo's Special Assistant was reporting his latest response.
"Chairman Russo, the 'Netherworld' Group has agreed to a video call with you. If you agree, then we can connect immediately."
Yuda Russo paused his writing, raising his head with a furrowed brow.
"Video call?"
Special Assistant nodded, "Yes, as far as I know, this is unprecedented; previously, 'Netherworld' Group never formally accepted any form of invitation from anyone..."
