A single sentence plunged the office atmosphere into a solemn silence, and pressure surged in like a tide from all directions.
Charles did not immediately erupt in anger.
He was supposed to be angry, but his anger couldn't be the kind that betrayed an attempt to cover something up.
There are many ways to express anger.
Choosing which state to vent one's anger is also an art.
If he dared to dream of inheriting the position of Director of Intelligence, he naturally had that ability.
Charles pursed his lips, his eyes fixed directly on Morimoto Chiyoda's, his calm demeanor concealing a fiery rage as he said in a low voice, "I have worked in the Intelligence Section for thirteen years, and I have never done anything negligent throughout my career. Director Morimoto, I hope you take back the insulting words you just said."
