As soon as the screen lit up, the atmosphere turned eerie.
At Five-state International, Itai Huntington's landmark achievement, the conference room was fitted with high-definition, large displays!
Even those at the very back of the room could clearly see everything on screen.
"I was wrong! Give me a chance, please let me off..."
Bran Cook knelt before Julius Reed, begging like a dog.
Julius Reed, however, stood with his hands clasped behind him, circling around Bran without paying him any heed.
"Enough!"
Bran Cook was seething with anger!
Trembling, he pointed at Julius Reed, his voice turning hoarse, "The past is the past, there's no need to bring it up! I knelt, so I knelt! But now, I want to raise the stakes with you! Do you dare?"
As a young man of wealth, he had lost the last shred of his dignity.
Gone, completely.
Those who had been cheering loudly just moments ago were now silent as the grave.
Many more were shocked and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
