Steven walked with a dark face all the way to the military factory office building. His mind was filled with nothing but money.
He knew it was unwise to barge into the office like this, but he had no other choice.
The moment he stepped inside, the workers who were already busy couldn't help but point and whisper.
"Isn't that Steven? The one mentioned in yesterday's notice?"
"Really? Then why is he here so early? Is he trying to cause trouble?"
The murmurs followed him like shadows as he walked deeper into the building.
Steven didn't hear a single whisper around him. His mind was busy rehearsing how to speak to Ryan, how to sound aggrieved yet righteous, how to force the other party into giving him money.
Yesterday, he had been too stupid.
A thousand pounds was far too little.
If they could take out a thousand so easily, then even two thousand shouldn't be a problem either.
