He had lost, and completely at that.
Like monkeys fleeing a fallen tree, even the senior executives began to oppose him in secret.
The old Master Duan had gone abroad, seemingly in hiding.
Even he was uncertain of how to confront the impending situation.
Or perhaps, he had already completely despaired...
The members of the Duan Family were pulling away from each other and the forces that used to rely on them were now too afraid to be associated with them.
Everyone pointed the finger at Duan Jingwen, cursing and berating him with disappointment.
Now, he had been unable to sleep for three days. He was exhausted, without a hope of rest.
If he stopped, the Duan Family could immediately disappear into nothingness.
Duan Jingwen lifted his bloodshot eyes looking out of windows, his gaze fell on the conspicuous LED screen.
A news about the Van Gogh Cup was being broadcast on it.
