In the VIP seats, Charles Smith wore a dark-patterned suit, his slender fingers gently tapping on the armrest.
Sunlight poured over his sharply defined profile, the amber eyes reflecting a cold gleam in the light.
"Secretary-General Smith, Carter Automotive is finished this time!"
Chu Shaw crossed his legs, his flamboyant wine-red suit glaring in the sunlight.
He puffed on a cigar, blowing smoke rings smugly.
"That kid Faye Manor got into a car accident halfway. Ten billion! I've really hit the jackpot this time!"
Charles Smith's tapping on the armrest suddenly stopped, his brows slightly furrowed,
"You arranged this?" His voice was as cold as ice.
"I did it for Imperial Motors and you!"
Chu Shaw nonchalantly flicked off the ash, a frivolous smile on his face.
"Slap!"
A loud slap suddenly landed on Chu Shaw's face, knocking the cigar from his mouth.
Chu Shaw recoiled, clutching his face.
"Are you out of your mind?"
