Chapter 495 If I Can't Beat You, Then I Haven't Graduated
- Leona glanced back at Barnett, who was resting, and then at Assistant John again. “What do you think Prescott was like?”
- “Tough, decisive,” Assistant John said.
- Leona put down her papers. Her leg, which had been resting on the chair, was sore, so she carefully moved her leg away from the chair in front of her.