Zachary lowered his head, took a small sip of wine, a glint of calculation flashing in his eyes.
He sighed, feigning helplessness, "Perhaps. After all, Calvin seems not to understand the importance of respecting others. If it were me, I would've personally come to pay my respects to you, Count."
Count Fos knitted his brows tightly, anger beginning to surface on his face.
The chatter of the banquet seemed to be drawn to these words, and the atmosphere turned somewhat heavy.
Count Fos remained silent for a moment, then struck the table, "This Calvin needs to be disciplined. He must understand that the Northern Territory is not a place without rules."
"For the subsequent operations, I want him to go to the most dangerous places, to charge at the very front!" Count Fos thought, a cold gleam in his eyes.
The plan goes smoothly.
Zachary smiled slightly, but inside he was filled with a twisted pleasure.
Count Fos's decision was exactly the result of Zachary's carefully laid plan.
