At the top-floor meeting room of Hengxing Biotech Limited Company, bright sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the long black table into alternating stripes of light and shade, one person in the light, three in the dark.
Lehman sat with his hands interlaced under his chin, his sharp gaze sizing up the three across from him, and he said indifferently, "If I'm not mistaken, you are the three directors of this company. Raul Morgan, Vice Chairman of Morgan Group, retired from the military thirty-three years ago and went on to engage in overseas trade. You're quite well-known in this city and often appear in the media's spotlight."
He spoke calmly, "I've heard that you recently suffered severe burns to your face, and it seems you have yet to recover. I don't know if you've seen me before, but I have seen you."
Vice Chairman Raul's face was wrapped in bandages, with only one eye showing.
There was a noticeable tension in that eye.
