Chapter 1617
Tristan Collins was stern, "I have my own understanding of these matters; you don't need to worry about them."
"Do you really understand?" The Holts looked at him earnestly, eyes piercing as she pushed back, "We had you develop the Company not to make ill-gotten gains! The Whites' vaccine is selling like hotcakes now, but I've heard this whole mess was their doing. How is that different from those repairmen who deliberately scatter nails on the road to puncture tires and drum up business?"
Tristan Collins was resolute, "Mother, I was unaware of this. They came to me for a partnership two years ago; the deal looked beneficial and harmless to the Collinses, so naturally, I agreed. As for what you mentioned about creating chaos to sell vaccines, I'm afraid, that's not true."
"Do you really believe that's not true?" The Holts questioned again.
Tristan Collins pursed his lips, but his sharp eyes dared not meet his mother's gaze.
He indeed wasn't quite sure.
