Three days ago in the room, when Mr. Charles met the lawyer again, his complexion was much worse than a few days before!
Everything he had been through these past few days made him feel a deep sense of despair and betrayal.
His expression was somewhat twisted as he stared gloomily at the lawyer, who remained calm as ever.
In his career, he had encountered many clients—normal ones, abnormal ones, neurotics, and even psychopathic killers.
Unless Mr. Charles used something capable of threatening his life, he was not afraid of such a direct gaze.
As for whether he would offend Mr. Charles?
Once he signed this agreement, he would be "Charles."
"I need to see Lance, or at least speak to him, I want to talk to him personally!" Mr. Charles pursed his lips, sitting askew in the chair, his thighs supporting him so the deepest part of his behind wouldn't feel the pressure.
He couldn't bear the pain caused by the pressure, those people would never "show him mercy."
