In the group's reception room, Franklin stood with his hands behind his back in front of a famous painting, looking at it intently. Having always been quite keen on art and literature, he couldn't help but show appreciation for such a masterpiece.
Celine held the straps of her briefcase with both hands, standing straight, her eyes fixed on Franklin.
People said that a focused man was the one that commanded the most attention, and it was true now.
The president's assistant pushed open the door of the reception room, and Marcus's eyes focused on the man before him. There was no one else in the world he hated more than this man.
He was a little surprised that Franklin would come to the Muni Group today. What was his purpose? It made him think deeply.
