Shire's heart was also suspended.
If Haftar couldn't withstand the pressure and cut ties or showed a flaw on the spot, then Song Heping would truly be finished, and the French's plans would fall through as well.
Just as the suffocating silence was about to crush everyone—
"Madam Chair!"
A loud voice broke the dead silence.
Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the owner of the voice.
It was Haftar!
He stood up, but his face was oddly calm, even with a trace of...
Indescribable ease?
Zuma, like someone grabbing onto a lifeline, hurriedly said, "General Haftar, please speak."
Haftar cleared his throat, his gaze openly sweeping across the room, finally landing on Clark's unpleasant face.
"Mr. Clark, esteemed."
