"Bang—" Sheldon Yale stumbled and crashed down onto the chair, slumping into it.
He lifted his head in shock, "What did you just say? Repeat what you just said!"
It wasn't the Yakov Family, it was the Yale Group that had a problem.
How could it be the Yale Group...
"Chairman, the New Product Launch was grandly organized, and the media present saw everything with their own eyes, now the toxic fabric issue has caused a huge uproar, we can't suppress it at all, what should we do?"
Panic filled the Assistant's eyes, hoping Sheldon Yale could come up with a solution.
"I keep a bunch of useless people, and when something goes wrong, you all expect me to solve it, what use are you?!" Sheldon Yale roared, then suddenly started coughing violently.
After only a few coughs, he felt a rush of a metallic sweetness in his throat, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.
