Antony Brown shook his head, not expecting this.
Even the always composed President Robinson would have his day.
It's like being completely kneaded in someone's hands.
"Give me the address of the hotel."
Antony's hand paused while lighting a cigarette, "What do you want to do?"
Christopher Robinson retorted, "What do you think?"
"Let me remind you, although you don't care about the Wood family, you can't deny that Adam Wood still has some influence in the capital, and you and Henry Wood were classmates. If things get really serious, it's others who will benefit."
"Do you think I'll give others that chance?" Christopher Robinson's lips opened lightly.
His tone was full of dominance and assertiveness.
Antony raised his hand and took a drag on his cigarette, "You just do what you want, if something really happens, I can at least take advantage of it."
