Chapter 237

• Mr. Sinclair’s face turned ghostly pale, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. “President Albert, I… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have disrupted your dinner. But this whole situation—it’s because of Liza. I—”
• “Heh.”
• Albert interrupted him with a cold sneer, spinning the pistol casually in his hand. His finger rested lightly on the trigger as his gaze pierced through Mr. Sinclair. “It seems words aren’t enough to make you understand. Perhaps a bullet would do the trick!”