Chapter 297 Tit For Tat

• Inside the chief consultant's office, Benjamin was panting heavily after fleeing back in a state of panic.
• “Why so nervous?” A detached voice echoed.
• Standing before him was a middle-aged Epean man. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking distinguished. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his expression indifferent. In his hand, he held a glass of red wine, gently swirling it. This man was none other than Joe Banotov.