Seeing Armstrong getting ready to leave.
Gene Rhett hurriedly grabbed his sleeve with strength, half begging and half threatening, "Master, you must handle this matter for me!"
Looking at the hand gripping his clothes, Armstrong snorted coldly, shook off the other party, and straightened the non-existent creases on his clothes. "Deputy Mayor Rhett, I'm not discussing this with you." If he wanted to leave, this man couldn't stop him.
Gene Rhett was well aware of this.
His face was clouded with anger, his eyes full of rage, and he stubbornly refused to yield. "No, you can't leave until this matter is settled!"
Philip Carlton had been in power for too many years, and all his efforts seemed insignificant under Carlton's light.
Only by getting rid of Carlton could he smoothly ascend to that long-coveted position.
"I advise you not to try to stop me, and you can't stop me anyway."
