The person on the other end of the phone paused briefly.
His voice was a bit low and somewhat hoarse, the words spoken making one feel particularly uneasy, as if the sound, abrasive like steel and glass, stimulated restlessness in the heart.
He began, "Planning to take over Joey?"
"Yes."
"Our goal is not merely a small Joey Technology Company."
Joey Thompson stood by the windowsill, staring calmly at the door outside.
Upon hearing this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.
He had also thought, from the beginning, that Joey Technology Company was not the focus. He had always been educated to look ahead; a small Joey Technology Company was never in his sights.
But who could have known... that Joey Technology Company would conceal such a treasure.
