"We meet again, Mr. President."
"Yes, Mr. Lynch, we meet again."
At this moment, the CEO of Every Moment, who is sitting on the sofa with his legs tightly together, doesn't at all resemble the violent figure he is in front of his subordinates. He's like a little lamb waiting for fate to deliver the blow, sitting there with his legs clamped.
He can't resist; he can only endure.
Indeed, from the moment the two companies announced their acquisition of Every Moment, he had no way out.
He had once considered using some of his brother, the Mariluo warlord's power to solve these problems, like creating some attacks, assaulting those responsible for the acquisition.
But he soon abandoned the idea. He was well aware of the Federation's historically cautious attitude toward such matters — a single misstep could lead to a massive purge.
With the bank unwilling to help him, the only one who could save him now seemed to be the "Mr. Lynch" in front of him, leaving him with no other choices.
