Elsewhere, in a villa in Newtown.
A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something.
The middle-aged man looked very ordinary. If he was placed in a crowd, he would definitely be able to quickly blend in. To put it simply, this middle-aged man had a common face. Basically, one would forget him at a glance.
However, such an ordinary middle-aged man controlled countless companies in Orilon.
He could change the entire situation of Orilon with just a word.
However, this person was none other than Yaakov Ward, the person in charge of Orilon, whom Connor had been trying his best to find.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang.
Yaakov glanced at the door indifferently, then turned around and walked into the study. Then, he pressed the switch on the desk.
The door of the villa opened.
