"Did you invite them for , or did Asher Land invite them for ?" Christopher Smith asked, not even looking at Sophie Smith. "If it’s Asher Land who invited them, then I’d rather die than be treated."
He knew that the exorbitant cost of bringing in the dical team was sothing Sophie Smith absolutely could not afford.
Sophie tightly grasped the hem of her coat; Christopher’s words made her feel genuinely uncomfortable.
With the caregiver’s help, Christopher Smith left, disappearing from her sight in just a few seconds.
...
Oliver Johnson sat in his office, fingers tapping on the desk, lost in thought.
Golden Era’s control over Hush Sky already reached as high as thirty percent, and he really couldn’t think of a way to counter it. Small shareholders were blinded by profits, abandoning their shares and taking their gains to defect to Golden Era. The only option now is to stabilize those major shareholders; otherwise, sooner or later, Golden Era will swallow up Hush Sky leaving nothing behind.
Thinking back, he felt a bit regretful. So what if he conquered Golden Era’s project in the United States? So what if he stole their clients? For Asher Land, he could handle it all!
He forcefully broke the pen in his hand into two pieces and tossed it into the trash bin.
When Henry Johnson opened the door and entered, seeing the situation, he realized Oliver wasn’t in a good mood, so he spoke cautiously.
"Brother, Deputy President King has decided to sever ties with Hush Sky completely and has already fled abroad, saying we shouldn’t try to contact him anymore."
"He’s quite good at playing the turtle!" Oliver scoffed and slamd the computer shut.
Henry sighed, realizing this matter was probably hopeless since Deputy President King had already signed the share transfer agreent.
"Brother, what should we do next?"
What to do?
His only gamble, his only leverage, was in the hands of a woman.
"President Johnson, there’s a Miss Miller outside who wants to see you," the secretary walked in respectfully.
Miss Miller? Eva Miller?
"Let her in. Henry, you can leave first."
"Okay," Henry agreed and left the office with the secretary.
He sat on the sofa, leisurely crossing his long legs. Minutes later, Eva Miller walked in.
"Brother Johnson." She stood a few steps away from him, sowhat at a loss. After all, the Oliver Johnson she faced now was different from the gentle man she had seen in Christopher’s hospital room. He was now the president of Hush Sky Group, exuding a powerful aura that couldn’t be ignored.
"Why have you co to see ?"
"Oh..." Eva hesitated for a mont, seeing his stern expression, unsure of what to say.
"Just speak your mind."
"Last ti, Uncle Smith was transferred directly from the hospital, and Sophie didn’t know. I wanted to ask, was it you, Brother Johnson, who did it?" She had made several calls to Sophie, but Sophie kept evading, unwilling to tell her anything.
"Miss Smith didn’t tell you anything?" He was a bit curious too. Normally, shouldn’t she be berating him viciously as a hypocrite in front of Eva Miller?
"I asked. She wouldn’t say."
"Since she didn’t say, why do you think I’d tell you?" He slightly curved his lips, stood up, and approached her, looking down at her.
Eva’s expression stiffened. She felt that sohow, he was a little different than before.
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