"Do I still need evidence for this?" Ethan's head caught fire with urgency as he spoke, "Who else but him could be tripping me up behind the scenes?"
Martin burst into laughter upon hearing this, his sarcasm cold and unrestrained: "If Charles wanted to trip you up, do you think you'd still be working at Seymour Corporation?"
"Big brother, you..." Ethan felt suffocated with anger, how could his brother side so much with that little bastard?
"If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense to me. Come back with some evidence before complaining to our dad!" With that, Martin slammed the phone down.
"Damn..." Ethan not only didn't get to make his complaint, but also got scolded. Frustrated, he hadn't said much before his phone rang again, "Hello... what? You're not advertising anymore? Hold on, why aren't you doing it? Hello, hello..."
Ethan was genuinely getting agitated by all these calls: "Are they insane, one after another?"
