Of course, how could he say that out loud? Could he? That's why the representative could only endure the grating words and force a smile. Yes… smile. As long as he smiled, the other side wouldn't slap him in the face outright or unleash a full verbal thrashing.
"I understand your frustration and where you're coming from, Mr. Veneziale, but please consider our family's influence. In Country A, we can help you expand the reach of the Order of Ember very easily! I believe we could even achieve the goal of replacing the Hightower when the time comes. Our family would also give special consideration to selecting a prime site for you to establish a branch of the Order of Ember in our country…" The representative continued without pause, while Russo maintained his polite, unchanging smile.
At the bar nearby within the guest room, old man Ragnar was drinking whisky with Dimitri Romanov, who had come as a guest. He started,
