Jeffrey said, "This idiot! Tell her, if she messes up again, I'll make her explain it to God herself!"
Ghis Laine quickly reminded him, "Her business over there is vital, she has a lot of Hollywood-level staff on hand."
"Why else would I have tolerated her this long?" Jeffrey waved his hand dismissively, "Go call her."
Ghis Laine nodded and left the garden.
Jeffrey went alone to the seaside, his hands propped on the railing, gazing at the distant ships.
Though the current issue was troublesome, it wasn't enough to make him frown.
Jeffrey had spent years in prison, accused of intrusion and trading, but he not only survived, but also used the opportunity to establish a broader network of contacts, controlling billions in wealth.
...
Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.
Bruce drove a Volkswagen along Sunset Boulevard into the north area and quickly turned into Davis Estate.
He parked the car in front of the villa and hurried inside.
