Wolf glanced at his phone and said soothingly as he looked up.
"Okay, Mr. Wolf."
Still baffled, Eris left, and Wolf lowered his head again.
Looking at the empty chat window on his phone, there were seven or eight messages from Wolf, none of which CEO Cheng had replied to.
At this moment, the Vice President of the California Republican Party felt like he was a one-man show—when it came to clowns, everyone at Sun Circus combined wasn't a match for him!
Eris had left, but Wolf's personal assistant heard everything clearly; Wolf seemed to transform into a master of desk tidying, and he even started singing the beautiful tunes of street hip-hop.
"Come in and tidy up!"
The rage inside Wolf was so intense, he felt he had been played, and he couldn't believe that Cheng Daqi and Temir would pull such a stunt.
On what grounds?
You both act like you're ready to break the net in a confrontation with me, and then you end up trapping me.
