Inside the president's office, Third Young Master Ye and Louis seemed like they were in a stalemate. The atmosphere was even more tense than when Old Master Ye was around.
It was ice cold!
Louis smiled. "What happened, Third Young Master Ye? Do you have anything to say?"
He did not fear Third Young Master Ye's coldness at all and continued to smile gently. His emerald green eyes were as if he had a sorrow that was never-ending. It was so strong that it made people pity him. He looked so harmless, like a gentle little beast.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Third Young Master Ye asked coldly. He could not be bothered with beating around the bush with Louis. There was no point in doing such things for smart people and it was better to go straight to the point. "You have so much power and a region to rule. The small MBS International is definitely not important to you. Louis, I don't understand why you have to do this."
